“Losing two experienced officials will make it even harder for the IRS to administer and enforce the tax code.” — Caroline Ciraolo (ex-somebody at the IRS)
Good. No, excellent.
Now all we have to do to help these pore IRS souls is simplify the tax code — e.g. flat tax of 8% on gross earnings, no brackets, no exemptions and no deductions for individuals; and 1% corporate rate on gross sales, no deductions.
#PostcardTaxReturns
Heeeeere comes another one!
Another night, and another green sex toy has been tossed upon the floor of a WNBA court.
During Friday night’s game between the Valkyries and the Sky, a green dildo was flung from the crowd and landed on the hardwood as players and officials looked on aghast.
As noted in the post below, this is the second such dildo throwing incident, and both instances have come at games when the Valkyrie are playing.
For some reason, this stuff is tickling my (lime-green) funny-bone.
The fact that everyone is so upset and butt-hurt [sic] about this just makes me giggle all the more.
And our classical reminder:
So on with the show because #WhyNot:
And speaking of inappropriate touching:
What did you expect, relevance? It’s Monday, FFS.
To many people born since, say, 1970, Shirley Ross would generate a “Who?” reaction. But to fans of 1930s-era Hollywood musicals, Shirley Ross would not be unknown at all. Here she is:
Now let’s see her in action, together with her more well-known co-star (perhaps one of the most poignant “break-up” songs ever performed on screen). And in earlier, happier times (first video only).
Now can you see why she was so popular?
Here’s another one of those “Just suppose” scenarios.
Your Uncle Ernie has passed away, childless and single. You are his sole heir. In his will, he has left you his well-established farm — 500 acres in western Montana, with grazing, a couple hundred head of cattle and a dozen horses. His only stipulation is that you may not sell it for ten years after his death.
So you visit the place, and find it in really good shape — good fences, barns, stables, corrals and what have you; it’s a going concern, and won’t need much other than good management to keep it going.
Unfortunately, for various reasons, you are not in a position to move there for the next few years, so you’ll have to find a manager. That’s all well and good, but your best prospect is a younger guy who in turn has only one condition: that you replace Uncle Ernie’s clapped-out pickup truck with something that will start and run without a full-time mechanic on hand. (Ernie did all the maintenance himself, but it’s actually almost a full-time job.) You scan the Used Truck ads, and reject all of them because they’re all pretty similar to the late Ernie’s. So it’s a new one, then.
Your truck choices are as follows (click on link for specs):
Ford F-350 XLT (6.8-liter V8)
RAM 3500HD (6.4-liter V8)
Chev Silverado 3500HD (6.6-liter V8)
And the ringer:
Toyota Tundra TRD Pro (3.4-liter V6 turbo hybrid)
Which one would you pick for your farm manager, and why? Be as technical and opinionated as you want.
And here’s some proper background music while you consider your choice.
Alert Reader Danny P. notified me of something which he thought worthy of comment (me too):
Sex toy thrown on court during final moments of WNBA game
…which gave me the giggles because:
What actually gave me the giggles was not the item per se, but the way it was removed from the court:
The game was paused as police and arena security entered the court to remove the object.
Police AND security? Let’s not take any chances here, folks. (No ATF Bomb Squad, even?)
A police officer was seen carrying the object in a towel and removing it from the court.
What, no hazmat suits?
Anyway, as of now it appears that the fuzz haven’t been able to find the miscreant wot dun it, and I hope they don’t.
A lime-green florescent dildo… I didn’t even know they came [sic] in that color.
Finally, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that as a spectacle, the Great Lime Dildo Incident was probably more exciting than the WNBA game.