Branka,

This will explain the IRS .. much better than I can its a song by the Beatles, so it is kind of like a poem.

One, two, three, four...
Hrmm!
One, two, (one, two, three, four!)

Let me tell you how it will be;
There's one for you, nineteen for me.
'Cause I�m the taxman,
Yeah, I�m the taxman.

Should five per cent appear too small,
Be thankful I don't take it all.
'Cause I�m the taxman,
Yeah, I�m the taxman.

(if you drive a car, car;) - I�ll tax the street;
(if you try to sit, sit;) - I�ll tax your seat;
(if you get too cold, cold;) - I�ll tax the heat;
(if you take a walk, walk;) - I'll tax your feet.

Taxman!

'Cause I�m the taxman,
Yeah, I�m the taxman.

Don't ask me what I want it for, (ah-ah, mister Wilson)
If you don't want to pay some more. (ah-ah, mister heath)
'Cause I�m the taxman,
Yeah, I�m the taxman.

Now my advice for those who die, (taxman)
Declare the pennies on your eyes. (taxman)
'Cause I�m the taxman,
Yeah, I�m the taxman.

And you're working for no one but me.

Taxman!

 

 

WITH ALL MY SUPREMACY AND BEAUTY, FIRST  I MUST FINISH THIS GIGGLE ...

PETER & JIM, IT`S TROUBLE WHEN YOU ARE FUNNY, BUT IT`S WORSE  WHEN YOU ARE SERIOUS ...

BB

Ah... the MAP!!!!  Thank you Terroistical Meshuganeh Geketa! 

I followed the map, accidentally from a place far far away and here I am... once again where I belong. LOL!!!  Your tortuous map(X) has caused me a journey I shall never forget, unless I get whacked in the head one more time by the tail of an Anthropormorphic Dragon!  What are those things anyways?  Whew!

I finally found us on this map.  Took me a meshuganeh amount of time, but I found it.  I don't know if that means a length or type of time, but it was meshuganeh all the way!  I only travelled by way of the Krebb's Cycle.

I searched long and hard, but on my journey from the Wet Sea avoiding the Blogipelago by way of the edge of nothing, I got lost in the Bay of Angst only to escape, at least I thoughts so, to a shore of the Intellectuals.  It was a mess there and supreme intelligence was absence making me aware of why the Sea of Angst was so nearby.  So being attracted to the Practicals, I rowed north for a bit listening to some rumors about the pininsula of  eHarmony!  There is this place full of "the kind of women men want... but shouldn't have" to die for!  But, I am not Klingon... today anyways. 

Once I passed by Piczo and into the Gulf of YouTube, I was lost like never before!  But  eventually, my canoe began yawing towards the secluded island of Second Lifes.  I could see Wow in the distance, but being a Meshuganeh, I was confused with the aft or port sides and had a silly of a time and lost sight of Wow!  But, before the currents could whoosh me away to Something Awful, I run aground into this little island just a bit aft or port of Second Life!  We are on a little island next to the place called Third Life pinched between cultural seas and oceans!

Now I am trying to figure out what to declare this island as the most recent beached and stranded adventurer!  I was thinking of the Isle of Meshuganehs, but others have informed me that it does not exist.  You can understand my reluctance to tell them otherwise I hope!  For fear of being absconned to Wikipedia to be enslaved by the Librarians of Facts in attempt to prove to me likewise!  

I think I'll just lay here in the white sand and listen to the waves crashing onto the beach... watch the seagulls whisk by... soak up some sun... and come to the realization that I am a poooooooooooooooooooooooooooor meshuganeh at heart and have no hope of being normal and accepted by the Intellectuals of which I would prefer to pass through the Bay of the Trolls first!  LOL!!!

Ah... this is certainly the supreme way to enjoy life... If only....

Crazy meshuganeh hugs,

Joe

PS:  Peter, I cannot choose any one of those answers, but D comes close!  If I were the little guy exercising, I would more than likely be on high blood pressure pills.  Good thing I'm a big guy.  :)

PSS:  ... _ _ _ ...       

Hello Jim My Meshugeneh In Training Friend,

You're probably asking why MIT and the answer is obvious. We the full blown meshugenehs deal in the here and now! Femme Fatale's that are all dead and whose dress code is more modest then the one demanded by Marilyn in her aov can't begin to interest an FBM (full blown meshugeneh) especially a T-Rex meshugeneh.

Now my MIT redneck friend (never could understand why someone would brag about having a RED NECK? hmmm, something to think about) you seem to confuse T - Rex with a prehistoric animal. Carnivores they might have been but you seem to forget that rex has another meaning and that is what it stands for here.

I see you've become a movie critic of verrrry old movies (u've mastered the copy/paste technique masterfully) but as I said if you want to progress in your training you'll have to step up to the plate and live in the present and not in the verrrrrrrrry distant past. Why don't you try the sci-fi genre? You can practice on the mountain and get excellent training there.

A true meshugeneh isn't so easily taken in and for sure not by woman long dead so rest assured we are safe.

Jim, did you for a  minute think that the cat (a raccoon in disguise) could suffocate to death covered with so much clothing. Please take pity in the cat.

You copy/pasted the following: Landis' eye-popping swimsuit scene probably would be one of the most memorable shots of the decade. Wake up Jim!!!!!! Red blooded American girls/woman and girls/woman from around the world reveal more walking down the street then Carol Landis did in that swimsuit scene!!!!! :)  ;) :)

We are safe knowing that MIT of your caliber will soon be full blown meshugenehs and rest assured our ranks will be fruitful and multiply.

Shalom,

Peter

P.S. Jim, after reading the above I am confident you realize you didn't answer any of the questions asked.