A tale about Larry
Larry is the guy who gets home late one night and Linda, his wife, says, 'Where 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 the image of a hundred-dollar bill tattooed on my privates,' he said proudly.
'What the hell were you thinking about’, she said, shaking her head in disgust. '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, just occasionally, 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 the Hospital.
Larry is the guy who gets home late one night and Linda, his wife, says, 'Where 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 the image of a hundred-dollar bill tattooed on my privates,' he said proudly.
'What the hell were you thinking about’, she said, shaking her head in disgust. '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, just occasionally, 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 the Hospital.
