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The Revenoor, a most astute and discerning gentleman from out west,
sent this one about a wife taking her husband out for his birthday.

Vern works hard at the Phone Company but 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, Vern! How ya doin?"

His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before.

"Oh no," says Vern. "He's in my bowling league."

When they are seated, a waitress asks Vern 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 1st nine, honey."

A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Vern, starts
to rub herself all over him and says... "Hi Vern. Want your usual table dance,
big boy?"

Vern's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.

Vern follows and spots her getting into a cab. Before she can slam the door,
he jumps in beside her. Vern 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, Vern, you truly picked up a real bltch
this time."

Vern's funeral will be held this coming Friday.
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