Met at the Brothel

Scott was lamenting to the bartender that he met his wife in a brothel.

“You shouldn’t be so unhappy about it,” the barkeep said, “It’s actually kind of romantic.”

“Oh, yeah?” responded Scott. “Well, I thought she was home taking care of the kids and she thought I was bowling. And to clinch it all, the madame wouldn’t give me my money back and refused to give me another girl.”

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