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 a bit too hard so for his birthday, she decides to take him to the local strip club.

The doorman at the club greets them and says, “Hi, Bob! Howya doin?” His wife is a little puzzled and asks 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 over a Budweiser. His wife, becoming increasingly uncomfortable, says, “How did she know that you drink Budweiser?” Bob replies “Oh, I recognize her, she's the waitress from the golf club. I always have a Bud at the end of the first nine holes 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 and 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 four-letter-word under the sun.

The cabby turns around and says, “Geez Bob, you picked a real bitch this time.”

Bob's funeral will be on Friday!