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> His wife thinks he's pushing himself too hard,
so for his birthday she takes him to a local strip club.
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> The doorman at the club greets them and says, 'Hey, Bob! How ya doin?'
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> His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before.
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> 'Oh no,' says Bob. 'He's in my bowling club.
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> When they are seated, a waitress asks Bob if he'd like his usual and brings over a beer.
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> His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, 'How did she know that you drink that beer?'
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> 'I recognise her, she's the waitress from the golf club.
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> I always have that beer at the end of the 1st nine holes.'
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> A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob, starts to rub herself all over him and says,
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> 'Hi Bobby. Want your usual table dance, big boy?'
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> Bob's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club
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> Bob follows and spots her getting into a cab.
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> Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her.
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> Bob tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it.
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> She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every 4 letter word in the book.
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> The cabby turns around and says,
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> 'Geez Bob, you picked up a real bitch this time.'
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> > BOB's funeral will be on Friday.
