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Fool around

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by okie, Aug 4, 2005.

  1. okie

    okie GT Mayor

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    Oct 28, 2001
    Muskogee Ok.
    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! Bill's house

    Bill: Honey, I'm home. Honey. Sweetheart! Damn! She must have gone shopping. Tell ya what, Bob. Let's go to your house!