: Poor Bob
>
>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.

