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 private," 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 penis?"
"Well... I like to watch my money grow. Once in a while, I like to
play with my money. 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."
"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 private," 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 penis?"
"Well... I like to watch my money grow. Once in a while, I like to
play with my money. 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."
