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!

They go to 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!