Larry stumbled home incredibly late one night, and his wife, Linda, was waiting up for him with her arms crossed. “Where on earth have you been until this hour?” she demanded.
He smiled sheepishly and replied, “I was actually out getting a tattoo.”
“A tattoo?” she asked, her voice rising in anger. “What kind of ridiculous tattoo did you get?”
“Well, I got a hundred-dollar bill tattooed right on my… you know,” he said, gesturing downward.
Linda stared at him, shaking her head in complete disbelief. “Are you losing your mind? Why on earth would a sensible accountant get a hundred-dollar bill tattooed down there?”
Larry grinned confidently and replied, “As a financial expert, it makes perfect economic sense. For one, I love to watch my money grow. Second, every now and then, I enjoy playing with my capital. Third, there is nothing quite like the feeling of having cold, hard cash in my hand. And finally, instead of you constantly going out to the mall to spend our savings, you can stay right here at home and blow a hundred bucks anytime you want!”
