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.
