POOR OLE 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 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.

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