Mike was attending his homebrewer club's monthly meeting and had just old them he couldn't make the camping trip scheduled for the next day because his wife wouldn't let him go.
After listening to the jeers and other derisive remarks from his fellow homebrewing friends Mike left to go back home to his wife.
When Mike's friends started arriving to set up camp the next day, who should be there but Mike, sitting up in front of his truck, tent up, homebrew in hand, camp oven roast stewing away in a hot bed of coals.
"How did ya talk your wife into letting you go Mike?" "I didn't have to" was Mike's reply.
"When I left the meeting I went home and slumped down in my chair with a beer to drown my sorrows. Then my wife snuck up behind me and covered my eyes and said, 'Surprise'!" When I peeled her hands back she was standing there in a beautiful see-through negligee with rope under her arms and she said, "Carry me into the bedroom, tie me to the bed and you can do whatever you want."
"So here I am!"
B.O.A.R.D. meets tomorrow, 7/16, on the patio of Quaker Steak & Lube... See you there!
