Please Dear, Let Me Explain . . . .

"Please Dear, Let Me Explain . . . ."

Poor Dave works hard at the office and spends
two nights each week bowling and plays golf every Saturday.

His wife thinks he's 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 and brings over a Budweiser.

His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable
and says, "How did she know that you drink Budweiser?"

"I recognize her, she's the waitress from the
golf club. I always have a Bud at the end of the
first nine, honey."

A stripper then comes over to their table, throws
her arms around Dave, starts to rub herself all
over him 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.

Dave 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 4-letter word in the book.

The cabby turns around and says, "Geez Dave,
you picked up a real bitch this time!"
Received on Tue Oct 2 08:39:52 2007