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The reason I don't go to local strip clubs

JohnSmith69

layin low but staying high

John works hard and spends most evenings bowling or playing basketball at the gym. His wife thinks he is pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she surprises him with a trip for both of them to a local strip club.

The bouncer at the club greets them and says, "Hey, John! How ya doin?" His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before. "Oh no," says John. "He's on my bowling team."

When they are seated, a waitress asks John if he'd like his usual and brings him a Budweiser. His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, "How did she know that you drink Budweiser?" "She's in the Ladies' Bowling League, honey. We share lanes with them."

A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around John and starts to rub herself all over him and says, "Hey John. Let's go do another VIP dance like last time." John's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.

John follows and spots her getting into a cab. Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her. John 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 four letter word in the book. The cabby turns around and says, "Geez John you chose a real bitch for OTC this time."