A tattoo? What kind of tattoo?

A guy comes home late one night, and his wife is waiting for him at the door, arms crossed.

“Where the hell have you been?” she demands.

“I was out getting a tattoo,” he replies.

Her eyes narrow. “A tattoo? What kind of tattoo?”

“I got a hundred-dollar bill on my manhood.”

She stares at him, dumbfounded. “A hundred-dollar bill?! On your penis?! What the hell were you thinking?”

He grins and says, **”Well, for three reasons:
One—I like to watch my money grow.
Two—every now and then, I enjoy playing with my money.
And three—this way, instead of going shopping, you can stay home and blow a hundred bucks.”

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