Dave 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, 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 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 first nine, honey.”

A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Dave & starts
to rub herself all over him and says, “Hi Davey, want your usual table dance,
big boy?”

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. Dave 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 Dave, you picked up a real bitchh this