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, Ive got an idea. We can go over to my house and fool around
with my wife.

Bob: Whadaya mean?

Bill: Just what I said. Well go to my house and we can fool around with my
wife.

Bob: What about me?

Bill: Shes a sport. She wont mind at all.

Bob: Well… if you think its okay…

Bill: Sure. Cmon, lets go!

<at Bills house>

Bill: Honey, Im home. Honey. SWEETHEART! Damn! She musta gone shopping.
Tell ya what, Bob. Lets go to YOUR house!