Poor Bob

Bob works hard at the plant and 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 doing?' His wife is puzzled and asks if

he's been to this club before. 'Oh no,' says Bob.
'He's on my bowling team.

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.'
 
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