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 musta gone shopping. Tell ya what, Bob. Let's go to YOUR house!
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