> Trouble
> >
> > 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. He is
> > thinking that there is no way things can get and
> > worse...
> > The cabby turns around and says, "Geez Bob, you
> > picked up a real bitch this time."
> >
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