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 John Hopkins Hospital.