The Tattoo...
Larry gets home late one night and his wife, Linda, says, "Where the hell have you been?"
Larry replies, "I was out getting a tattoo."
"A bl00dy tattoo?" she frowned. "What kind of tattoo did you get?"
"I got a fifty quid note on my privates," he said proudly.
"What the hell were you thinking?" she said, shaking her head in disgust. "Why on earth would an accountant get a fifty quid note tattooed on his privates?"
"Well, No/ 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 £50 anytime you want."