Bill worked hard at the plant and spent most evenings either bowling or playing basketball at the gym.
His wife began to think that he was pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday treat she took him to a local strip club.
The doorman at the club greeted them and said, “Hey, Bill! How ya doin?”
His wife was puzzled and asked her husband if he had been to this club before.
“Oh no”, Bill said. “He’s on my bowling team”.
When they had been seated, a waitress asked Bill if he would like his usual and brought over a Budweiser.
His wife was becoming increasingly uncomfortable and said, “How did she know that you drink Budweiser?”
“She’s in the Ladies’ Bowling League, honey. We share lanes with them”.
A stripper then came over to their table, threw herself all over him and said “Hi Billy, want your usual table dance, big boy?”
Bill’s wife, who was furious by this time, grabbed her purse and stormed out of the club.
Bill followed her and spotted her getting into a cab. Before she could slam the door, he jumped into the cab beside her.
Bill tried desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife was having none of it.
She was screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every four letter word in the book.
The cabby turned his head and said, “Looks like you picked up a real bitch tonight, Bill”.
Actually, his wife ought to have known. I mean what decent beer loving man drinks Budweiser?
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