A spouse chooses to take her better half to a strip club for his birthday.
They show up at the club and the custodian says, “Hello, Dave! How ya doin’?”
His better half is bewildered and inquires as to whether he’s been to this club previously.
“Goodness, no,” says Dave. “He’s in my bowling crew.”
At the point when they are situated, a server inquires as to whether he’d like his standard and brings over a Budweiser.
His better half is turning out to be progressively awkward and says,
“How could she realize that you drink Budweiser?”
“She’s in the Women’s Bowling Association, honey. We share paths with them.”
A stripper then approaches their table, tosses her arms around Dave, and says “Hey Davey. Need your standard lap dance, large kid?”
Dave’s better half, presently irate, gets her handbag and tempests out of the club.
Dave follows and detects her getting into a taxi.
Before she can hammer the entryway, he hops in close to her.
He attempts frantically to make sense of how the stripper probably confused him with another person, yet his better half is having none of it.
She is shouting at him as loud as possible, calling him each name in the book.
The cabby turns his head and says, “Seems as though you got a genuine b*tch this evening, Dave.”
It’s called a whole flock of chickens!!