(From a friend of mine who heard it at work:)

A woman could never get her husband to do anything around the house. He would
come home from work, sit in front of the TV, eat dinner, and sit some
more–would never do those little household repairs that most husbands take
care of. This frustrated the woman quite a bit.

One day the toilet stopped up. When her husband got home, she said sweetly,
Honey, the toilet is clogged. Would you look at it?

Her husband snarled, What do I look like? The Ty-D-Bol&reg man? and sat down
on the sofa.

The next day, the garbage disposal wouldnt work. When her husband got home,
she said, very nicely, Honey, the disposal wont work. Would you try to fix
it for me?

Once again, he growled, What do I look like? Mr. Plumber?

The next day, the washing machine was on the blink. When her husband got home,
she steeled her courage and said, Honey, the washer isnt running. Would you
check on it? and again was met with a snarl, What do I look like? The Maytag
repairman?

Finally, she had had enough. The next morning, the woman called three
repairmen to fix the toilet, the garbage disposal, and the washer. When her
husband got home, she said, Honey, I had the repairmen out today.

He frowned, Well, how much is that going to cost?

Well, honey, they all said I could pay them by baking them a cake or having
sex with them.

Well, what kind of cakes did you bake them? he asked.
She smiled. What do I look like? Betty Crocker?