It's obviously been a week around here. So to celebrate, in addition to my foreign massage therapist, hourly daquiris and pounds of M&Ms, I thought I'd share a little joke. Since most of us are wrapping up a week of watching the mail for W2s and "Important tax documents enclosed" envelopes, I give you Grandpa and the IRS Audit.
The auditor's jaw drops.
The stunned auditor now realizes he has wagered and lost three grand, with Grandpa's attorney as a witness. He starts to get nervous.
"Want to go double or nothing?" Grandpa asks. "I'll bet you six thousand dollars that I can stand on one side of your desk, and pee into that wastebasket on the other side, and never get a drop anywhere in between."
The auditor, twice burned, is cautious now, but he looks carefully and decides there's no way this old guy could possibly manage that stunt, so he agrees again.
Grandpa stands beside the desk and unzips his pants, but although he strains mightily, he can't make the stream reach the wastebasket on the other side, so he pretty much urinates all over the auditor's desk.
But Grandpa's attorney moans and puts his head in his hands.
"Are you okay?" the auditor asks.