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Title: TEXAS "pole" tax...
Post by: warhawk on April 19, 2008, 04:56:04 AM
hello fellow chrome domes:  just wanted 2 share a very interesting article that i just read in the yahoo website this morning.  let me know what ya think?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/strip_club_fee

WARHAWK O0
Title: Re: TEXAS "pole" tax...
Post by: Timmay on April 19, 2008, 06:57:26 AM
ummm we all know what Warhawk does early in the morning .......lol
Title: Re: TEXAS "pole" tax...
Post by: schro on April 19, 2008, 07:08:07 AM
Personally, I'm against most taxes in general (other than providing revenue for vital services), however if someone wants to go into a strip club, a $5 cover charge is hardly oppressive. Then again, I haven't been in a strip club in many, many years. Whaddaya get for your $5 these days anyway?  ;D
Title: Re: TEXAS "pole" tax...
Post by: buddha on April 19, 2008, 07:20:59 AM
For $5 you are given the rare opportunity to buy a glass of fake champagne for a moderately attractive (if you're drunk enough) woman for about $20 a glass.
Title: Re: TEXAS "pole" tax...
Post by: PBurke on April 19, 2008, 03:54:54 PM
gotta help all those single moms feed their heathens >:D
Title: Re: TEXAS "pole" tax...
Post by: JDog on April 20, 2008, 09:19:58 AM
Strippers have feelings too.

Just another revenue-earning scheme if you ask me.
Title: Re: TEXAS "pole" tax...
Post by: PigPen on April 20, 2008, 07:50:52 PM
Gotta agree with JDog, sounds like another way to make some cash they'll probably squander on something besides what it's ear-marked for.
Title: Re: TEXAS "pole" tax...
Post by: wpruitt on April 20, 2008, 09:03:38 PM
The Tax Poem

Tax his land, tax his wage, Tax his bed in which he lays.
Tax his tractor, tax his mule, Teach him taxes is the rule.

Tax his cow, tax his goat, Tax his pants, tax his coat.
Tax his ties, tax his shirts, Tax his work, tax his dirt.

Tax his chew, tax his smoke, Teach him taxes are no joke.
Tax his car, tax his grass, Tax the roads he must pass.

Tax his food, tax his drink, Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his sodas, tax his beers, If he cries, tax his tears.

Tax his bills, tax his gas, Tax his notes, tax his cash.
Tax him good and let him know That after taxes, he has no dough.

If he hollers, tax him more, Tax him until he's good and sore.
Tax his coffin, tax his grave, Tax the sod in which he lays.

Put these words upon his tomb, "Taxes drove me to my doom!"
And when he's gone, we won't relax, We'll still be after the inheritance tax.