[bilal]

Dave works long hours at the office and spends most evenings training at the gym. His wife thinks he is pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she takes him to a strip club.

The doorman greets them, saying, "Hi, Dave, how are you doing?"

Dave's wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to the strip joint before. "No," says Dave. "He's in my running club."

They take their seats and the waitress asks Dave if he would like his usual Kingfisher. His wife is getting uneasy, "You must come here a lot for that woman to know what you drink."

"No, dear," says Dave. "That lady also works in the health-club's bar."

A stripper comes over to their table and puts her arms around Dave. "Hi, Davey," she says, "Want your usual table dance?"

Furious, Dave's wife, storms out of the club and into a taxi. Dave gets in beside her and she starts screaming.

"All right, Dave?" says the cabby, turning round. "Looks like you picked up a moody one tonight."