The Trump administration has a dirty little secret: It’s not just planning to increase taxes on most Americans. The increase has already been signed, sealed and delivered, buried in the pages of the 2017 Tax Cuts and Jobs Act.
In the lead-up to the 2020 election, Democrats were extremely confident in Joe Biden’s prospects. With his comfortable lead in national polls, there was talk of a Biden landslide, a giant “blue wave” that could turn Texas blue. Even though the polls had been off in the 2016 election, media commentators reassured
Even now, Ivan Moore can’t think why his father didn’t didn’t tell anyone that the air conditioning in their house was busted. “I honestly don’t know what was going through his mind,” he said.
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This week, the American left clambered out of hell, only to find itself condemned to political purgatory.
On Wednesday afternoon, with the presidential race unresolved, a protester in Nevada interrupted an election official’s news conference by yelling, “The Biden crime family is stealing the election!”
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doing is gathering dust.
Every time someone comes up with a foolproof solution, along comes a more-talented fool.
I'll bet you $4,567 you can't guess how much I owe my bookie.
Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.
If you keep your feet firmly on the ground, you'll have trouble
putting on your pants.
A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing.
Ever stop to think and forget to start again?
When I married Miss Right, I had no idea her first name was Always.
My wife got 8 out 10 on her driver's test--the other two guys managed to jump out of her way.
There may be no excuse for laziness, but I'm still looking.
Women spend more time wondering what men are thinking than men spend thinking.
Give me ambiguity or give me something else.
He who laughs last thinks slowest.
Is it wrong that only one company makes the game Monopoly?
Women sometimes make fools of men, but most guys are the do-it-yourself type.
I was going to give him a nasty look, but he already had one.
Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.
The grass may be greener on the other side but at least you don't have mow it.
I like long walks, especially when they're taken by people who annoy me.
I was going to wear my camouflage shirt today, but I couldn't find it.
If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
Sometimes I wake up grumpy; other times I let her sleep.
If tomatoes are technically a fruit, is ketchup a smoothie?
Money is the root of all wealth.
No matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.
A man is driving down the road and his car breaks down near a monastery.He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, "My car broke down.Do you think I could stay the night?"The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. Asthe man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. A sound unlikeanything he's ever heard before. The Sirens that nearly seduced Odysseusinto crashing his ship comes to his mind. He doesn't sleep that night.He tosses and turns trying to figure out what could possibly be making sucha seductive sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was,but they say, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk."Distraught, the man is forced to leave.Years later, after never being able to forget that sound, the man goes backto the monastery and pleads for the answer again.The monks reply, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk."The man says, "If the only way I can find out what is making that beautifulsound is to become a monk, then please, make me a monk."The monks reply, "You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades ofgrass there are and the exact number of grains of sand. When you find theseanswers, you will have become a monk."The man sets about his task.After years of searching he returns as a gray-haired old man and knocks onthe door of the monastery. A monk answers. He is taken before a gathering ofall the monks."In my quest to find what makes that beautiful sound, I travelled the earthand have found what you asked for: By design, the world is in a state ofperpetual change. Only God knows what you ask. All a man can know ishimself, and only then if he is honest and reflective and willing to stripaway self deception."The monks reply, "Congratulations. You have become a monk. We shall now showyou the way to the mystery of the sacred sound."The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, "Thesound is beyond that door."The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door isanother door made of stone. The man is given the key to the stone door andhe opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. And so it went that he neededkeys to doors of emerald, pearl and diamond.Finally, they come to a door made of solid gold. The sound has become veryclear and definite. The monks say, "This is the last key to the last door."The man is apprehensive to no end. His life's wish is behind that door!With trembling hands, he unlocks the door, turns the knob, and slowly pushesthe door open. Falling to his knees, he is utterly amazed to discover thesource of that haunting and seductive sound...But, of course, I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.
They meet a Martian couple and are talking about all sorts of things.
Charlie asks if Mars has a stock market, if they have laptop computers, how
they make money, etc.
Finally, Maureen brings up the subject of sex.
'Just how do you guys do it?' asks Maureen.
The Martian responds, 'Pretty much the way you do.'
A discussion ensues and finally the couples decide to swap partners for the
night and experience one another...
Maureen and the male Martian go off to a bedroom where the Martian strips..
He's got only a teeny,weenie member about half an inch long and just a
quarter-inch thick.
'I don't think this is going to work,' says Maureen.
'Why?' he asks. 'What's the matter?'
'Well,' she replies, 'it's just not long enough to reach me!'
'No problem,' he says, and proceeds to slap his forehead with his palm. With
each slap of his forehead, his member grows until it's quite impressively
long.
'Well,' she says, 'that's quite impressive, but it is still narrow.'
'No problem,' he says, and starts pulling his ears. With each pull, his
member grows wider and wider until the entire measurement is extremely
exciting to the woman.
'Wow!' she exclaims, as they fell into bed and made mad passionate love.
The next day the couples rejoin their other partners and go their separate
ways. As they walked along, Charlie asks, 'Well, was it any good?'
'I hate to say it,' says Maureen, 'but it was wonderful.
How about you?'
'It was horrible,' he replies. 'All I got was a headache...
She kept slapping my forehead and pulling my ears..'
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