Barry works hard at the office but spends two nights each week bowling, and fishes every Saturday.
His wife, Betty, 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, Bazz! How ya doin, mate?'
Betty is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before.
'Oh no,' says Barry. 'He's in my bowling league.
When they are seated, a waitress asks Barry if he'd like his usual and brings over a Merlot.
Betty is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, 'How did she know that you drink Merlot ?'
'I recognize her, she's the waitress from the Fishing Club.
I always have a Merlot when we get in from end of fishing, honey.'
A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Barry, starts to rub herself all over him and says,
'Hi Baz. Want your usual table dance, big boy?'
Betty, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.
Barry follows and spots her getting into a cab...
Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her.
Barry 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 Baz, you picked up a real bitch this time.'
[SIZE=16]Barry's funeral will be on Friday.
No flowers. Donations to the Fishing Club please.
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