I applied for an account at a bank, but failed to read the fine print. It was a sperm bank.
The good news is I'll never have to pay cash for sperm, since I can now get it on credit. The bad news is my wife was pleased to learn it.
I went in to make a deposit the other day. That was before I realized what kind of bank it was. I was given a little cup with a lid and, to my surprise, a sack with old porn magazines. I thought that meant it was a very loose-spirited institution and I was going to have a long wait to talk to an account manager.
I thought the cup was for coffee. I found the coffee machine, and poured a cup with a little non-dairy creamer, and returned to the reception counter. You can imagine the glare I got from the receptionist when I asked if she would give me some sugar to go with my cream.
- Jonny O
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