Poor Dave

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 1st 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

bitch this time!"