Monday, October 09, 2006

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
doin?"
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 bi&%h this time."*

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