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.
 
 
