POBRE BOB
Bob trabaja duro en su oficina, dos noches a la semana va a la bolera y cada sábado juega al golf.
Su mujer cree que lleva una vida demasiado dura y para compensarle por su cumpleaños le lleva a un club de estriptís de la localidad.
El portero del club le saluda diciendo “Hola Bob, ¿Como te va?”. Su mujer desconcertada le pregunta si había estado antes en este club. “No, que va” contesta Bob “El portero juega en mi liga de bolos”.
En cuanto se sientan, una camarera le sirve una Budweiser diciendo que supone va a tomar lo de siempre. Su mujer empieza a estar inquieta y pregunta “¿Como sabe que bebes Budweiser?”. Bob responde “La he reconocido, es la camarera del club de golf y sabe que siempre tomo una Budweiser después de los primeros 9 hoyos, querida”.
Al rato, una de las chicas del estriptís se acerca a su mesa, se sienta en las rodillas de Bob, se cuelga de su cuello y mientras friega su cuerpo sobre Bob dice “Mi Bobby, ¿quieres el bailongo de siempre, mi niño?”.
La mujer de Bob, ya furiosa, agarra su bolso y se larga del club. Bob la sigue y la ve tomando un taxi. Antes de que pueda cerrar la puerta, Bob salta y se sienta a su lado mientras trata desesperadamente de explicar que la chica debe haberle confundido con otro, pero su mujer no se lo traga, y gritando a tope le suelta todos los insultos que conoce.
Entonces el chofer del taxi se gira y le dice “Joder Bob, hoy has agarrado una puta de las de verdad”.
El Funeral de Bob se celebrará el próximo viernes.
POOR BOB
Bob works hard at the office 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, Bob! How ya doin?’. His wife is puzzled and asks if he’s been to this club before. ‘Oh no,’ says Bob. ’He’s in my bowling league.
When they are seated, a waitress asks Bob 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 Bob, starts to rub herself all over him and says, ‘Hi Bobby. Want your usual table dance, big boy?’
Bob’s wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club. Bob follows and spots her getting into a cab. Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her. Bob 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 Bob, you picked up a real bitch this time.’
BOB’s funeral will be on Friday.