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.