imchucky666
Well-Known Member
My Birthday:
My wife decided to take me to a strip club for my birthday. I object, but she insists it'll be fun.
We arrive at the club and the doorman says, Hey, Dave! How ya doin? Damn!
The wife is puzzled and asks if I've been to this club before.
Oh, no, says me. Hes on my bowling team.
When we're seated, a waitress asks me if Id like the usual -damn- and brings over a Budweiser.
The wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, How did she know that you drink Budweiser?
Shes in the Ladies Bowling League, honey. We share lanes with them.
A stripper then comes over to our table, throws her arms around me, and says Hi Davey.
Want your usual lap dance, big boy? DAMN!
The wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.
I follow and spot her getting in a cab. Before she can slam the door,
I jump in beside her. I try desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken me for
someone else, but she's having none of it, screaming at me at the top of her lungs,
calling me every name in the book.
Just when I think things can't get any worse, the cabby turns his head and says,
looks like you picked up a real bitch tonight, Dave. DAAAYYUMM!!!
My wife decided to take me to a strip club for my birthday. I object, but she insists it'll be fun.
We arrive at the club and the doorman says, Hey, Dave! How ya doin? Damn!
The wife is puzzled and asks if I've been to this club before.
Oh, no, says me. Hes on my bowling team.
When we're seated, a waitress asks me if Id like the usual -damn- and brings over a Budweiser.
The wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, How did she know that you drink Budweiser?
Shes in the Ladies Bowling League, honey. We share lanes with them.
A stripper then comes over to our table, throws her arms around me, and says Hi Davey.
Want your usual lap dance, big boy? DAMN!
The wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.
I follow and spot her getting in a cab. Before she can slam the door,
I jump in beside her. I try desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken me for
someone else, but she's having none of it, screaming at me at the top of her lungs,
calling me every name in the book.
Just when I think things can't get any worse, the cabby turns his head and says,
looks like you picked up a real bitch tonight, Dave. DAAAYYUMM!!!