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Guess they don't have unions or Arnold in China. They built a 15 story hotel in SIX days. In California it could take 12 months just to get the permits! See story here.
My good friend Evan Sayet is VERY funny. He is going to have a show in Thousands Oaks on December 2--this is the place to be!! It starts at 7:30 (He goes on a little after eight). Tickets are twenty dollars at the door and there's a dinner/show package available for about $45.
The club is called Fiamme. It's at 3731 E. Thousand Oaks Blvd. The phone number for reservations is 805-497-9444.
Let me know if you can join us. It's really a fun night of, by and for CONSERVATIVES.
Be there or be square--Evan is funnier than Obama, Chris Matthews AND Jerry Seinfeld--his comedy is political, quotable and searing! (What you thought Barack is serious and the tingles have not had a negative affect on Matthews?)
Finally, laugh at your taxman--my friend Susie I. sent this to me:
The Tax Man Jerk
(From: Tax Bites & Tasty Morsels, Who's Been Eating My Pie?)taxbites.net
The tax man came and taxed my road.
He taxed my house, and said,"It’s code.”
He taxed my savings and my debt,
before he taxed me for my pet.
He taxed me for my pop’s new knee,
and taxed me for my fallen tree.
He didn’t stop there, he had such fun.
He taxed my burger and my bun.
And soon it was my grandma’s turn.
He dared to tax her in her urn.
He taxed my wine, he taxed my beer,
and then he let a great big cheer.
With tax relief nowhere in sight,
he taxed me to turn on the light.
He taxed me for each D.C. czar.
He even double-taxed my car.
He taxed me on my hunting trip,
and then to fish, he stole a tip.
The catch I mounted on the wall,
was taxed again as I recall.
He taxed my travels near and far,
by plane or boat, to him was par.
He taxed my favorite local pub,
and then he taxed my daily grub.
He taxed my corn, he taxed my fruit.
He taxed my brand new bathing suit!
He taxed my sparklers and my pig.
He taxed my 18-wheel rig.
He taxed my bank, he taxed each branch.
He taxed the farmer and his ranch.
He taxed the belching, farting cow.
Is nothing sacred here and now?
The ambulance ride, if in the air,
is subject to a tax quite rare.
He taxed my doctor and my nurse,
and then he taxed the dead guy’s hearse!
Illegal drugs are taxed it’s true,
and even your brand new tattoo.
The movies, gambling, sex and more,
are taxed enough to make one roar.
The playing cards are taxed at times,
and cigarettes pay extra dimes.
It seems that nothing is tax-free.
To litigate, we pay a fee.
My favorite jock from any sport
is taxed on nearly every court.
The salt we eat, the air we breathe,
the taxes make me squirm and seethe.
He’s taxed my water and my coke,
and soon he’ll tax a Facebook poke.
And after Carbon Cap and Take,
we’ll all be looking for a break.
He’s taxed my fun and taxed my work ...
I think the tax man is a jerk.
More...
My good friend Evan Sayet is VERY funny. He is going to have a show in Thousands Oaks on December 2--this is the place to be!! It starts at 7:30 (He goes on a little after eight). Tickets are twenty dollars at the door and there's a dinner/show package available for about $45.
The club is called Fiamme. It's at 3731 E. Thousand Oaks Blvd. The phone number for reservations is 805-497-9444.
Let me know if you can join us. It's really a fun night of, by and for CONSERVATIVES.
Be there or be square--Evan is funnier than Obama, Chris Matthews AND Jerry Seinfeld--his comedy is political, quotable and searing! (What you thought Barack is serious and the tingles have not had a negative affect on Matthews?)
Finally, laugh at your taxman--my friend Susie I. sent this to me:
The Tax Man Jerk
(From: Tax Bites & Tasty Morsels, Who's Been Eating My Pie?)taxbites.net
The tax man came and taxed my road.
He taxed my house, and said,"It’s code.”
He taxed my savings and my debt,
before he taxed me for my pet.
He taxed me for my pop’s new knee,
and taxed me for my fallen tree.
He didn’t stop there, he had such fun.
He taxed my burger and my bun.
And soon it was my grandma’s turn.
He dared to tax her in her urn.
He taxed my wine, he taxed my beer,
and then he let a great big cheer.
With tax relief nowhere in sight,
he taxed me to turn on the light.
He taxed me for each D.C. czar.
He even double-taxed my car.
He taxed me on my hunting trip,
and then to fish, he stole a tip.
The catch I mounted on the wall,
was taxed again as I recall.
He taxed my travels near and far,
by plane or boat, to him was par.
He taxed my favorite local pub,
and then he taxed my daily grub.
He taxed my corn, he taxed my fruit.
He taxed my brand new bathing suit!
He taxed my sparklers and my pig.
He taxed my 18-wheel rig.
He taxed my bank, he taxed each branch.
He taxed the farmer and his ranch.
He taxed the belching, farting cow.
Is nothing sacred here and now?
The ambulance ride, if in the air,
is subject to a tax quite rare.
He taxed my doctor and my nurse,
and then he taxed the dead guy’s hearse!
Illegal drugs are taxed it’s true,
and even your brand new tattoo.
The movies, gambling, sex and more,
are taxed enough to make one roar.
The playing cards are taxed at times,
and cigarettes pay extra dimes.
It seems that nothing is tax-free.
To litigate, we pay a fee.
My favorite jock from any sport
is taxed on nearly every court.
The salt we eat, the air we breathe,
the taxes make me squirm and seethe.
He’s taxed my water and my coke,
and soon he’ll tax a Facebook poke.
And after Carbon Cap and Take,
we’ll all be looking for a break.
He’s taxed my fun and taxed my work ...
I think the tax man is a jerk.
More...