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 andfool around with my wife.Bob: Whadaya mean?Bill: Just what I said. We’ll go to my house and we can fool aroundwith 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 houseBill: Honey, I’m home. Honey. Sweetheart! Damn! She must have goneshopping. Tell ya what, Bob. Let’s go to your house!
