Bob works hard at the office but he spends two nights each week bowling, and plays golf on every Saturday. His wife thinks he's pushing himself too hard, so she takes him to a local strip club on his birthday.
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 Budweiser at the end of the 1st nine, honey.'
'A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob, starts to dance 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.
He jumps in besides her, before she slams the door.
Bob desperately tries 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, 'Gee Bob, you picked up a real witch this time!'
Bob's funeral will be on Friday.
P.S: This happens to be my 300th post! :)
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