A tattoo? What sort of tattoo?


A man comes dwelling late one night time, and his spouse is ready for him on the door, arms crossed.

“The place the hell have you ever been?” she calls for.

“I used to be out getting a tattoo,” he replies.

Her eyes slim. “A tattoo? What sort of tattoo?”

“I bought a hundred-dollar invoice on my manhood.”

She stares at him, dumbfounded. “100-dollar invoice?! In your penis?! What the hell had been you pondering?”

He grins and says, **”Nicely, for 3 causes:
One—I like to look at my cash develop.
Two—every so often, I get pleasure from enjoying with my cash.
And three—this fashion, as an alternative of going purchasing, you may keep dwelling and blow 100 bucks.”