Larry gets home late one night and his wife,
Linda, says, "Where in the hell have you been?"
Larry replies, "I was out getting a tattoo."
"A tattoo?" she frowned. "What kind of tattoo did you Get?"
"I got a hundred dollar bill on my privates," he said proudly.
"What the hell were you thinking?" she said,
Shaking her head in disdain.
"Why on earth would an accountant get a hundred
Dollar bill tattooed on his privates?"
"Well, one, I like to watch my money grow.
Two, once in a while I like to play with my money.
Three, I like how money feels in my hand.
And, lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you
can stay right here at home and blow a hundred bucks anytime you
want."
Larry is recovering in room 232 at JohnHopkinsHospital.