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April 14th, 2007
Today’s Shaggy Dog Story
A man is dining in a fancy restaurant and there is a gorgeous redhead sitting at the next table. He has been checking her out since he sat down, but lacks the nerve to talk with her.
Suddenly she sneezes, and her glass eye comes flying out of its socket towards the man.
He reflexively reaches out, grabs it out of the air, and hands it back.
“Oh my, I am so sorry, ” the woman says as she pops her eye back in place.
“Let me buy your dinner to make it up to you, ” she says.
They enjoy a wonderful dinner together, and afterwards they go to the theater followed by drinks. hey talk, they laugh, she shares her deepest dreams and he shares his. She listens.
After paying for everything, she asks him if he would like to come to her place for a nightcap and stay for breakfast. They had a wonderful, wonderful time.
The next morning, she cooks a gourmet meal with all the trimmings. The guy is amazed! ! Everything had been SO incredible! !! !
“You know, ” he said, “you are the perfect woman. Are you this nice to every guy you meet? ”
“No, ” she replies. . . . . ”
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Ode to taxation
Tax his bed,
Tax the table
At which he’s fed.
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes
Are the rule.
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.
Tax his shirt,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.
Tax his beers,
If he cries, then
Tax his tears.
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his ass
Then let him know
That you won’t be done
Till he has no dough.
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He’s good and sore.
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he’s laid.
upon his tomb,
“Taxes drove me
to my doom…”
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax.
Thought for the day ~ Charles Stonehouse V
The existence of G W Bush is the proof against intelligent design.
