Joke! Joke!!

Beckie walks into Coutts Bank in the Strand and opens an account with £500,000 in cash. Because of the amount of money, the deputy manager goes over to her, gives her his card and says, “If there’s any service you need in future, please call me directly.”
A few days later Beckie returns and deposits a further £800,000. This time the manager goes over to her, gives her his card and says, “If there’s any service you need in future, please call me directly on my private line.”
A week later Beckie returns and sees the manager. “You told me that I should just ask if I wanted anything. Well. I want to meet Lord Coutts in person.”
The manager makes a phone call and then escorts Beckie to Lord Coutts office. She is welcomed in.
“What do you do for a living?” Lord Coutts asks Beckie.
“I gamble, your lordship. I bet on almost everything and with almost anyone.”
“Well," he says, “would you like to make a bet with me and if so, about what?”
Beckie replies, “OK. I bet your lordship £100,000 that two weeks from today, your testicles will become cube shaped.”
Lord Coutts is embarrassed, but figures she’s an important client and in any case, he can't lose. So he accepts the bet.
Two weeks later Beckie returns accompanied by her associate carrying a large bag. She says that they have come to collect her bet.
Lord Coutts laughs. “But you’ve lost. My testicles are still perfectly round.”
“Your lordship,” says Beckie, “because of the size of our bet, I have a right to personally check.”
Reluctantly, Lord Coutts opens his trousers and pulls down his pants.
Beckie grasps his testicles, at which point her associate says, “Damn, Beckie, you've won yet again.”
“Won?” says Lord Coutts, “but she hasn't won.”
“Oh yes she has,” says the associate. “She bet me £500,000 that by this afternoon, she'd be holding Lord Coutts by the balls.”