Saturday, August 02, 2008


Bob works hard at the office but spends two nights each week bowling and plays golf every Saturday.

His wife thinks that he's pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she takes him to a local strip club.

The doorman at the club says, "Hey Bob, how ya doin?"

Puzzled, his wife asks him if he's been to the 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 him a Budweiser.

His wife is getting increasingly uncomfortable and says, "how did she know you drink Budweiser?"

"I recognise her," he said, "she's the waitress from the golf club. I always have a Bud at the end of the first nine, honey."

A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob and starts to rub herself all over him. " Hi Bobby, want your usual table dance big boy?"

Bob's wife is furious and storms out of the club. He follows her and he jumps into a cab beside her.

He tries disparately to convince her that she must have mistaken him for someone else but his wife is having none of it. She screams at him at the top of her voice and calls him every four letter word in the book.

Unable to contain himself the cabby turns round and said, "geez Bob, you picked up a real bitch this time."

Bob gets out of hospital Tuesday.

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