Andrew gets home late one night and Kate, his wife, says - Where the hell have you been?
Andrew replies - I was out getting a tattoo!
A tattoo? She frowned. What kind of tattoo did you get?
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 disgust. Why on earth would an Accountant get a fifty 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 fifty pounds anytime you want.
Any resemblance to any Accountant, living or dead, is entirely co-incidental.
Oh, Mrs Angry if you reading and as a lady you won't understand the joke; that's because you haven't ever seen a £50 note!
Yours naughtily
Mr Mustard
No, I'm sorry, Mr Mustard, I don't. Please could you explain the joke to me, and any senior council officers of the London Borough of Barnet called Andrew, who might be feeling themselves at a bit of a loose end?
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