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Vern works hard at the Phone Company but spends two nights each week bowling, and plays golfevery 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 torub 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 itShe 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 picked up a real bitch thistime.'VERN'S FUNERAL WILL BE HELDTHIS COMING FRIDAY.
A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories.After an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse."But why?" they asked, as they moved off."Because," he said, "I can't stand chess nuts boasting in an open foyer."
The BarberA guy stuck his head into a barbershop and asked, 'How long before I can get a haircut ? The barber looked around the shop full of customers and said, 'About 2 hours.' The guy left. A few days later, the same guy stuck his head in the door and asked, 'How long before I can get a haircut ?' The barber looked around at the shop and said, 'About 3 hours.' The guy left. A week later, the same guy stuck his head in the shop and asked, 'How long before I can get a haircut ? The barber looked around the shop and said, 'About an hour and a half.' The guy left. The barber turned to his friend and said, 'Hey, Bob, do me a favour , follow him and see where he goes. He keeps asking how long he has to wait for a haircut, but he never comes back.' A little while later, Bob returned to the shop, laughing hysterically. The barber asked, 'So, where does he go when he leaves ?' Bob looked up, wiped the tears from his eyes and said, 'Your house !'