Dave works hard at the plant and spends most evenings bowling
or playing basketball at the gym.  His wife thinks he is
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, Dave! How
ya doin?"
His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before.
"Oh no," says Dave. "He's on my bowling team."
When they are seated, a waitress asks Dave if he'd like his
usual Budweiser.  His wife is becoming uncomfortable and says,
"You must come here a lot for that woman to know you drink
Budweiser."
"No, honey, she's in the Ladies Bowling League. We share lanes
with them."
A stripper comes over to their table and throws her arms around
Dave.  "Hi Davey," she says, "Want your usual table dance?"
Dave's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the
club. Dave follows and spots her getting into a cab.  Before
she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her and she starts
screaming at him.
The cabby turns his head and says,
"Looks like you picked up a real bitch tonight, Dave!"
 
 
JizzY
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"Behind Death, the patricians small pet swamp dragon
held on grimly to the bony hips and thought: 'gaurds or
no gaurds, the next time we pass a window I'm going to
run like buggery'."