J. Paul Ghetto Esq.'s Blog

When I got home today, I had a letter from the IRS. The last time I got a letter from them in the middle of the year, it cost me money. Before I turned on my beloved television or had my Monday night Martini, I sat down and opened that letter.

Some call this economic stimulus.  I call it lap dances until the top of my thighs are calloused.

For the first time in my life, I received news from the government that made me smile.  Most people get happy when they get a refund after tax time - fools that they are for failing to realize that they've loaned the government their money interest free for 16-18 months.  This letter today hit the twizzard!

For the first time in 7.5 years, I am a momentary fan of GW.  He made me happier than                     Bill nevermetafemaleIdidnotlike Clinton, George IrantheworldCOVERTLYbeforeIbecamethepresident Bush and whomever was big pimpin before them for a fist full of dollars!

I know a local politician that should consider passing out checks.  The IRS made Martini Monday memorable.  Please forgive the alliteration.  Blame it on my buddy Nikolai.