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From: Lil Stinker NP-g07 <anywhere@uwant2.com>
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Subject: Playing basketball after work
Date: Wed, 12 Oct 2005 18:27:16 -0500
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Playing basketball after work
Bob works hard 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, Bob! How ya doin?"
His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before.
"Oh no," says Bob. "He's on my bowling team."
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?"
"She's in the Ladies' Bowling League, honey. We share lanes with them."
A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob and starts
to rub herself all over him and says, "Hi Bobbie. 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 four letter
word in the book.
The cabby turns around and says, "Geez Bob, you picked up a real bitch this
time."
Lil Stinker
"just havin' fun!"
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