The Tax Man cometh, and other ruminations.
While I have quite enjoyed these past sixteen months at the helm of my own ship, there is a weight on my shoulders and a pain in my head, and that pain is called taxes.
While I have quite enjoyed these past sixteen months at the helm of my own ship, there is a weight on my shoulders and a pain in my head, and that pain is called taxes.
Ask nearly anyone who would admit to knowing me, and they would tell you that there is very little in this life that I enjoy more than some good, old fashioned mail.
Here we are once again at the start of a brand new week, and what do we have to show for ourselves? Well, if you happened to be in Austin over the weekend, you probably stood around telling people how awesome they were, while they in turn told other people how awesome they were, and so on.
That’s a big group hug.
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“If you’re in need for “one for the weekend,” the dude in this video is trying to get people to do something.
~Snakebite~”
Still basking in the glow of President’s Day (by far my favorite of all the holidays) I am struggling to put proverbial pen to paper today, not because there’s a lack on inspiration, or motivation to do so mind you, but rather because I am suffering from a rather severe case of pantaloon and wooden teeth withdrawal;
Eat your heart out, douchebag Tea Partiers.
While I try to mostly keep things light here on How To Avoid The Black Market, occasionally an issue rolls along that gets my manties in a knot. Seeing as though I have a bit of leverage here with which to speak my mind, I will now pour myself a glass of water, clear my throat and begin.
Photo courtesy of Brian Herzog.
Just like clockwork, another Monday has come to sit on our collective heads.
Just after writing the introductory sentence, I found that tracking down a suitable image of someone sitting on someone else’s head proved to be nearly impossible. Therefore here is a photo of Hoss with a hat and a bottle of brown firmly affixed to his own;
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