One More For Tuesday

[Guest Dont Shoot Da Chinamen]

Andrew gets home late one night and his wife, Linda, says, "Where in the

hell have you been?"

Andrew replies, "I was out getting a tattoo."

"A tattoo?" she frowned. "What kind of tattoo did you get?"

"I got a fifty pound note on my privates," he said proudly.

"What the hell were you thinking?" she said, shaking her head in

disdain.

"Why on earth would an accountant get a fifty pound notel 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 your going out shopping, you can stay right here at

home and blow fifty quid anytime you want."

Andrew is recovering nicely at the Royal Glamorgan Hospital.