Larry gets home late one night and Linda, his wife, asks, “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 boasted proudly.
“What the hell were you thinking?” she asked, shaking her head in disgust.
“Why on earth would an accountant get a hundred dollar bill tattooed on his privates?”
“Well, for one thing, YOU like to watch my money grow… So do I — regularly!”
“Two, once in a while you like to play with my money.”
“Three, I like how money feels in your hand.”
“And, lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you can stay right here at home and blow a hundred bucks any time you want.”
Larry is now recuperating in Room 232 at the General Hospital.