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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 Saturday.

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