my wife decides to take me to a strip club for my birthday.

We arrive at the club and the doorman says, "Hey, Rob! How ya doin'?"

My wife is puzzled and asks if ive been to this club before.
"Oh, no," i say. "He's on my monday night darts team."

When we get seated, a waitress asks me if he'd like my usual and brings over a Grolsch.

My wife is at this point becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says,"How did she know that you drink Grolsch?"

"She's in the Ladies' Darts team, babe. We play at the same pub with them."

A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around me, and says "Hi Rob. Want your usual table dance, big boy?"

My wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.

I follow and spot her getting into a Taxi. Before she can slam the door, i jumps in beside her. I try desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken me for someone else, but my Mrs is having none of it. She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling me every name in the book and a few more besides.

The Taxi driver turns his head and says, "Looks like you picked up a real b***h tonight, Rob."