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I hate tax time. It's a mixture of too much complicated paperwork finalized with some sort of number that is usually too low (refund) or too high (bill). This year I did it all with a chuckle and I didn't even care, so thank you teabaggers for making this less of a tax day for me and more of a perverted laugh fest! I mean really! I laughed so hard last night over the various coverages of teabagging by our fine, mostly straightfaced commentators that my tummy this morning feels like I did 100 abdominal crunches.
I put my tax bill in the out box to go to the post office with a chuckle and I will titter at the post office because somehow this fiasco the conservative folks have come up with has transported me back to my teenage years when any sexual thing but especially sexual perversion caused great snickers! Too, too funny, this tax year. I wonder if we can carry this teabagging thing with us yearly, like the war on Christmas. It could be the sexual gift that keeps giving.
I had a great idea last night listening to Rachel Maddow. We should make buttons, big buttons that say, "I'm a Proud Teabagger!" We could have made mint off these yahoos.
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