Dave's In
Hospital
Who the hell is Dave ?
Well Dave is the geezer who got home late one night and Marilyn his wife, says "Where the hell have you been?"
Dave replies "I was getting a tattoo!"
"A tattoo??" She frowned. "What kind of tattoo did you get?"
"I got a hundred pound 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 hundred pound 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 a hundred pounds anytime you want."
Dave is now in The Manchester Royal Infirmary, Critical Care Unit, Room 233.
No visitors until further notice.
Who the hell is Dave ?
Well Dave is the geezer who got home late one night and Marilyn his wife, says "Where the hell have you been?"
Dave replies "I was getting a tattoo!"
"A tattoo??" She frowned. "What kind of tattoo did you get?"
"I got a hundred pound 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 hundred pound 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 a hundred pounds anytime you want."
Dave is now in The Manchester Royal Infirmary, Critical Care Unit, Room 233.
No visitors until further notice.
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