Larry tells his wife, "I got a new tattoo."
"Another tattoo?" she frowned. "What kind of tattoo did you get?"
"I got a hundred dollar bill on my privates," he said proudly.
"What 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, for 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 nicely at the hospital.
"Another tattoo?" she frowned. "What kind of tattoo did you get?"
"I got a hundred dollar bill on my privates," he said proudly.
"What 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, for 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 nicely at the hospital.