A wife decides to take her husband to
> a strip club for his birthday.
>
> They arrive at the club and the doorman 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?"
>
> "She's in the ladies' bowling league, honey," he
> says. "We share lanes with them."
>
> A stripper then comes over to their table,
> throws her arms around Dave, 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.
>
> He 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 name in
> the book. The cabbie turns his head and says, "Looks
> like you picked up a real bitch tonight, Dave."