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Who in the hell is Larry?

Who in the hell is Larry?


Well 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 a hundred dollar bill 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 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 in the hospital, room 233.

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