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.