Sunday, April 6, 2008

When you come to the end of the rope.

When you come to the end of the rope, it’s the sudden stop that kills you. The Hangman didn’t warn you, did he ? Your neck may be bent a little, but don’t worry, you can’t feel anything, you are dead, your time has passed.

Now don’t you wish that you had given yourself more rope? You belong to the IRS now and you know how they treat income tax cheaters, don’t you? The IRS is everywhere, they try to control every thing and pretty much do just that.

For those of you that served in the army, remember what they told you! Your sole may belong to God, “but your ass belongs to the Army”! Now, off your ass and on your feet, form a line and get a treat! Sorry, no seconds unless you screw up. Yeah, I know, Your recruiter didn’t tell you any of this stuff when you signed that enlistment paper, did he? I wonder what they did with them papers, they sure didn’t return the one I signed .

Widows and orphans are here-by informed, that all properties and other personal effects are to be turned over to an IRS representative before noon eastern standard time on the fifteenth of March 2008. If you miss that deadline, don’t bother to hide, Our dogs are well trained and can locate you no matter where it is, even if it is Under Water or above the Ozone layer!

Yes, this means the courtship is over, you had a chance to play ball, but you thought you could beat the system and you lost! See all them little round things hanging on that line? Yes, they are balls, but do you know where they came from ? About the colors, you ask? Well the yellow ones are from the young and the purple are from the old, The stringy looking stuff is from females and it’s not brain matter!

So now tell me, which of you think you are ahead of the IRS . You can see that I am not well acquainted with them myself and I have never told a lie to them when it came down to reporting income, but the old girl has a long record for saying things that are not true. My secret is when ever they call me in to talk, I just laugh at everything they say. When they ask, what is your name, I would just smile. If they ask again I just give a bigger smile. Everything they would asked after that, I would just smile. It wouldn’t take long before they would decided not to waste the time with a retard.

I have lost my place and can’t find myself, did you see which way I went ?
Ben R Bauer

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