Bob works hard at the office but spends two nights each week bowling and he plays golf every Saturday.

Bob's wife thinks he is pushing himself too hard and also wants to put a little spark back in their marriage. 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 in my bowling league.'

While being seated, a waitress asks Bob if he'd like his usual and hands him a Budweiser. Bob's wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, 'How did she know that you drink Budweiser?'

"I recognize her", said Bob. "She's also a waitress at the golf club. Honey, you know I always have a Bud at the end of the 1st nine holes."

Then a striper comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob, starts to rub herself all over him and says, 'Hi Bobby. Want your usual lap 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 the top of her lungs, calling Bob every 4 letter word in the book.

The cabby turns around and says, 'Geez Bob, you picked up a real bitch this time.'
BOB's funeral will be on Friday - closed casket.