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[url=http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/cn/20020415/tc_cn/tax_sites_get_last_minute_rush]Midnight Deadline Nears for U.S. Taxpayers [/url] ?

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What's REALLY wonderful (NOT!) is that if you ask for help, and they give you the WRONG answer, it's YOUR fault! I'm not a dumb person - I'm of above average intelligence... but trying to figure out this maddening mish mash of confusing paperwork, rules and exceptions to the rules, looking at one form or publication, which refers you to another, which refers you to a third and then back to the original... it's enough to drive you MAD! :mad: TAX REFORM NOW!!! There's no WAY any single person can keep track of everything in all those volumes that make up the tax code - and it changes every year. Yet, ignorance of the law is no defense / excuse... Every year at this time, the idea of ALL income over a reasonable minimum untaxed amount ($20 - 30 K) for ALL taxpayers should ALL BE TAXED AT THE SAME RATE. No deductions except for your dependents. Period. Yeah, a flat tax and a simple one page form... Bunch of incompetent, unhelpful, pompous, arrogant, abacus weilding, bottom feeding sharks. :mad:
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[quote]Originally posted by Phil O'Keefe: [b]I'm not a dumb person - I'm of above average intelligence...[/b][/quote]Yeah, sure Phil..... :wave: :thu:
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The Perfect Dump -- Every once in a while, each of us experiences a perfect dump, it's rare, but a thing of beauty in all respects. You sit down expecting the worst, but what you get is a smooth sliding, fartless masterpiece that breaks the water with the splashless grace of an expert diver. But that's not the end of it. You use some toilet tissue only to find that it was totally unnecessary. It makes you feel that all is right with the world and you are in perfect harmony with it. The Beer Dump -- Talk about nasty dumps. Depending on the dumper's tolerance, the beer dump is the end result of too many beers. it could have been 2 or 22, it doesn't matter. What you get is a sinister, lengthy, noisy dump accompanied by a malevolent fog that could close a bathroom for days. The Chili Dump - Hot when it goes in, and rocket fuel when it leaves. The chili dump stays with you all day, making your tush feel like a heat shield. The Cable Dump -- Long, curly and perfectly formed like 2 feet of E13 telephone CO-axial cable. It loops lazily around the bowl, like a friendly serpent. You wonder admiringly, ''DID I DO THAT? Where did it come from?'' you leave the bathroom pleased with yourself. The Latrine Dump -- In case you didn't know, a latrine is a hole in the ground with a tent around it where soldiers, boy scouts and flies go to dump. Tip: Don't ever, ever look in the hole. The Mona Lisa Dump -- This is the masterpiece of dumps. It's as perfectly formed as it can be. Delicate and slender with intricacies that would make da Vinci weep. And just think, you made it yourself. You may even want to break out the Polaroid, but maybe that's going a bit too far. The Empty Roll Dump - You're done...you reach for the toilet paper only to discover that empty cardboard cylinder. A mild panic begins coldly in your throat. You could use the curtains...no, someone would say ''Where are the curtains?'' Then what would you say? The rug?...too cumbersome. Then you must come to the same conclusion that every ''empty roll dumper'' must face...Pull up your slacks, tighten your tush and wriggle yourself to the nearest full roll. The Splash-Back Dump - You send the dump on its way, it drops like a depth charge into the bowl creating a column of cold bowl water that washes your bottom with a startlingly unpleasant shock. Now you're wet and embarrassed. Tip: Blot instead of wiping. The Aborted Dump - You are in mid-dump when the phone rings. What do you do? ABORT! Pinch it off, go for the phone, and save the rest for later. It isn't pretty, but you've gotta do what you gotta do. The "Au Naturel' Dump -- Everyone has had to go outdoors from time to time. This can be a rather pleasant experience really. The open air, the nature, and a good bush all contribute to the peaceful ambiance that our primitive forefathers must have enjoyed. What can screw up this harmonious interlude is a troop of Brownies/Cub/Girl/Boy Scouts or a patch of poison ivy. The Childbirth Dump -- This is a dump that is simply too big to go through the aperture provided by nature for the purpose. You sit there, thinking over your dilemma. First it hurts, and it isn't going to get any better. You wonder if you'll ever see your loved ones again. You imagine the newspaper headlines screaming ''Man dies trying to hatch monster loaf.'' You realize you'll have to resolve the crisis before you can leave the bathroom. Basically there are only three things you can do: scream, call an Obstetrician, or just hope like hell have enough Vaseline to get you through it. The Tijuana Trot Dump -- The phrase ''Shit Happens'' really applies here in a big way. When the ice in your tainted margarita makes contact with your lower intestinal tract, the fun begins. For the next 72 hours you'd be better off if you carried your own portable toilet with you because you will spend most of that time on the pot and the rest of the time in a fetal position. Now you realize why Mexico never had a navy. The Machine Gun Dump -- You're just sitting there in a state of sublime peace when all of a sudden you emit a group of noisy gassy bursts that break the silence like machine gun fire. The guy in the next stall hits the floor like a combat veteran, cradling his umbrella like an M16 and shrieking something about “Damn Commies....!” The Sound Effect Dump -- You feel a noisy one coming on. Relatives, friends or work mates are within earshot, so you must employ some clever techniques to cover the disgusting sounds you are about to emit. Timing is obviously very important here. At the precise moment of release, try the following sound effects: flush the toilet, sing the first two stanzas of your national anthem, or drop a handful of quarters on the floor. The Security Dump -- You have enough on your mind when you're in the bathroom without worrying about a lockless door and someone bursting in to find you in mid-dump mode. So how can you prevent this embarrassing spectacle from taking place? One way is to strategically place your foot against the door. If you can't reach to do this... hum loudly. The Cling-On Dump -- For the most part you've completed your dump, but there's one little morsel that refuses to drop off. You're getting impatient. Someone else wants to use your stall. So, you grip the seat with both hands and wriggle, twist and pump but that last little stubborn piece just hangs there, suspended, clinging like a canned peach between you and the bowl water. Maybe the person pounding impatiently on the door has scissors. The Houdini Dump -- You go, then you stand up to flush, and the darn thing has disappeared. Where'd it go? Did it creep down the pipe? Did you dream the whole thing? Is it lurking out of sight? Should you wipe...maybe you should just to make sure you went. Should you flush? You'd better, because if you don't, you know it will reappear and smile at the next person who comes in. The Flu Dump -- You feel so bad that you don't know which end of you to put down first. You have roaring cramps, so you sit down. Then a wave of nausea rolls over you like a cold fog, so you stand up and cramps squeeze your intestines like a vice so you sit down again...up down up down. Don't you wish Mom were close by? The Porta-Pottie Dump -- Construction workers and outdoor concert goers will tell you about going in a portable toilet. My best description would be, “It's like taking a shit in an upright coffin.” It's claustrophobic and it smells bad... best advice... go in a paper cup. The Proctologist Dump -- In the beginning, the Lord created the earth, the sky and the firmament, but I hope he didn't create this dump, because there is nothing biblical about it -- you run out of gas. That's right, you run out of propulsion. The dump is right there at the end of your barrel and refuses to go any further. You grunt, you squeeze, you wriggle but it just stays there like a lump of lead. You've only got two choices here. One is to squeeze the damn thing back up your intestine and wait until next time. The other is to pretend you're a proctologist and go after it yourself. Not a pretty picture is it?? The Whole Roll Dump -- No matter how much you wipe, it doesn't seem to be enough. You blow the whole roll and you have to flush 25 times too. The whole episode is consumer waste. The Graffiti Dump -- You flush the dump and the swirling motion of the receding bowl water forces the dump to the porcelain sides, scraping a creative squiggle on its way down. You flush again but the curlicue hangs there...love it or leave it. It's your choice. The Encore Dump - Ahhhh, you're done, so you wipe, put yourself together, wash your hands and are about to vacate the bathroom when you feel another dump coming. You have to return for a curtain call. By the way, the world's record is SEVEN encores. Just try to beat it. Try. The Born Again Dump - This is a dump that's going so badly, you say “Lord, if I live through this, I'll take up religion.” You always get through it, but seldom keep the promise you made in desperation, because a born again dump is like childbirth... you forget the pain quickly.
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thank you very much Coaster....goddamit!! because of your fucking 'dump post' i spit beer all over my keyboard, cellphone, my expense report and the zip drive...shit, i pulled a nut i laughed so hard... status report: amazingly, the keyboard still works(or else this post wouldn't be possible) expense report..no biggie, i just print it out again... cell phone still seems to be functional and the zip drive, who cares, i never use the damn thing anymore anyway.... but the biggest loss is the beer, sweet sweet beer...oh well, i guess it was my fault for even *drinking* beer while reading a post elaborating on the subject of 'downloading firmware' but really, i had a shitty day (no pun intended) today, i needed a laugh, thanks Coaster :evil: :mad: :evil: :mad: [b]AUDIT THIS!!!!!!!![/b] [img]http://www.duhspot.com/users/smiley/s/contrib/navigator/edfinger.gif[/img]
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Damn, Coaster - you f*cker! - I think my family is afraid to come downstairs now, the way I'm laughing! Tears streaming and everything! :cry: That's the last time I read a Coaster post with a mouthful of ginger tea - like horkin' up teargas! :freak:
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Excuse me,is this the IRS/fecal matter thread? The Poopie List GHOST POOPIE: The kind where you feel the poopie come out, but there is no poopie in the toilet. CLEAN POOPIE: The kind where you poopie it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper. WET POOPIE: The kind where you wipe your butt 50 times and it still feels unwiped, so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and your underwear so you won't ruin them with stains. SECOND WAVE POOPIE: This happens when you're done poopie-ing and you've pulled your pants up to your knees, and you realize that you have to poopie some more. POP-A VEIN-IN-YOUR-FOREHEAD POOPIE: The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke. LINCOLN LOG POOPIE: The kind of poopie that is so huge you're afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the toilet brush. GASSY POOPIE: It's so noisy, that everyone within earshot is giggling. DRINKER'S POOPIE: The kind of poopie you have the morning after a long night of drinking. It's most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet. CORN POOPIE: Self explanatory. GEE-I-WISH-I-COULD-POOPIE POOPIE: The kind where you want to poopie but all you do is sit on the toilet and fart a few times. SPINAL TAP POOPIE: That's where it hurts so badly coming out, you'd swear it was leaving you sideways. WET CHEEKS POOPIE (The Power Dump): The kind that comes out so fast, your butt cheeks get splashed with water. THE DANGLING POOPIE: This poopie refuses to drop in the toilet even though you are done poopie-ing it. You just hope that a shake or two will cut it loose. THE SURPRISE POOPIE: You're not even at the toilet because you are sure you are about to fart, but *oops* --- a poopie! later, Mike
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I am officially worried,could there be a relationship between the fact that I recently [successfully ] completed a tax return and all the phantom dumps I've been doing recently?Should I be scared of my shitter?
I once had a quasi-religious experience..then I realised I'd turned up the volume.
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[quote]Originally posted by coaster: [b]this is even better: http://www.knology.net/~carlos/redneck.htm [/b][/quote]That's not funny, that's scary! Are you the neighbour, Coaster? :)
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My taxes scared the living shit out of me this year (to continue with this lovely theme). I was about 3/4 of the way down my 1040 and the cold realization started creeping over me...[i] you're gonna owe...you're gonna owe...[/i]. I felt my heart start to hammer in my chest. My shirt started feeling too tight arounf the neck. Sweat beads began to form on my brow. How could this be? I get small refunds every year, and I haven't changed my tax bracket (income, other status, and so on). Then I went back and saw I'd missed a child tax credit early on...enough to push me from rather red to slightly black. [i] WHEW![/i] And I got some more dough back from the State of Cali, which is a good thing. But that was a frightening few minutes of paper shuffling and calculator button pushing. - Jeff
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