Bill and Bob met at the club for their weekly golf game.
And for the third
week in a row, it was raining too hard to play.
Bill: Well, Bob, what do you want to do now?
Bob: Darts?
Bill: Nah.
Bob: Shoot some pool?
Bill: Nah.
Bob: Cards?
Bill: Nah. Hey, I've got an idea. We can go over to my
house and fool around
with my wife.
Bob: Whadaya mean?
Bill: Just what I said. We'll go to my house and we can
fool around with my
wife.
Bob: What about me?
Bill: She's a sport. She won't mind at all.
Bob: Well... if you think it's okay...
Bill: Sure. C'mon, let's go!
at Bill's house
Bill: Honey, I'm home. Honey. Sweetheart! Damn!
She must have gone shopping.
Tell ya what, Bob. Let's go to your house!
