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Eric came home late one night and Marilyn his wife, says "Where the hell have you been?" Eric replies "I was getting a tattoo!"
"A 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 a Chartered Accountant get a fifty quid note 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 fifty quid anytime you want."
Eric is now in The Manchester Royal Infirmary, Critical Care Unit, Room 233. No visitors until further notice.
"A 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 a Chartered Accountant get a fifty quid note 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 fifty quid anytime you want."
Eric is now in The Manchester Royal Infirmary, Critical Care Unit, Room 233. No visitors until further notice.