A woman walks into the New York First National Bank and asks to speak to the president, for she is depositing $80,000 in cash. The lobby secretary rings up to the president and describes the situation. Despite her not having an appointment the president agrees to see her. So she enters his office, sets down her briefcase, and opens it revealing neat stacks of crisp bills.

"So how did you get all this money?" the president asks her.

"I make bets." she answered.

"Like what kind of bets?"

"Like for instance, I'll bet you $80,000 that you have square testicles."

"Ma'am, I don't have square testicles."

"I'll bet you by tomorrow you will."

"That's a bet your gonna lose."

"So are we on?"

"Sure."

"I'll be here tomorrow with my lawyer."

So that night, he goes home and checks himself, half laughing, half concerned. She sounded awfully confident. In the morning before going to work he checks himself again. "Nope, still normal." He smiles and heads to work.

Sometime around noon, the woman and her lawyer arrive at the bank and are immediately sent up to the president's office.

"Ma'am, I have to tell you, I don't HAVE square testicles!"

"Well, since it's such a large sum of money, do you mind if I check myself?"

He hesitates and then says, "I guess. Go ahead."

He pulls down his pants. She cups his balls and then the president notices that the lawyer is banging his head against the wall.

The president says, "What's up with him?"

"Yesterday I bet him $160,000 that I would have the president of the New York First National Bank's balls in my hand by tomorrow."