Poor Dave

Poor Dave

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 that 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!"

Dave's funeral is Saturday...