Bob works hard at the office but spends
two nights each week bowling, and plays
golf every Saturday.
His wife thinks he's pushing himself too
hard, so for his birthday she takes him
to a local strip club.
The doorman at the club greets them and
says, 'Hey, Bob! How ya doin?'
His wife is puzzled and asks if he's
been to this club before.
'Oh no,' says Bob. 'He's in my bowling
league.
When they are seated, a waitress asks
Bob if he'd like his usual and brings
over a Budweiser.
His wife is becoming increasingly
uncomfortable and says, 'How did she
know that you drink Budweiser?'
'I recognize her, she's the waitress
from the golf club.
I always have a Bud at the end of the
1st nine, honey.'
A stripper then comes over to their
table, throws her arms around Bob,
starts to rub herself all over him and
says,
'Hi Bobby. Want your usual table dance,
big boy?'
Bob's wife, now furious, grabs her purse
and storms out of the club.
Bob follows and spots her getting into a
cab.
Before she can slam the door, he jumps
in beside her.
Bob tries desperately to explain how the
stripper must have mistaken him for
someone else, but his wife is having
none of it .
She is screaming at him at the top of
her lungs, calling him every 4 letter
word in the book.
The cabby turns around and says,
'Geez Bob, you picked up a real bitch
this time.'
BOB's funeral will be on Friday.