PTA Meeting

PTA Meeting.

Three fathers are waiting around at a PTA meeting. They are mulling over life, family and education over by the coffee and the doughnuts until the first dad says, 'I recently taught my son Ben about Taxes. Gee, I wish I hadn't though. Every time I ask him to get me a beer now, he cracks open a tinny and downs half. He then proceeds to say, "There's your beer tax Daddy!"'

The second father laughs. 'Yeah, that sounds like when I taught my Daughters Rose and Violet about Unions. They've been on strike ever since, refusing to do dishes and laundry until they get better pay and more candy!' He chuckles again, retreating into his mug of Coffee.

He looks up again and asks the third man what he's done around the home to help his Daughter. He replied, 'Well, I'm starting to regret teaching Mercedes about Prostitution.'

Just taught my kids about taxes.

by eating 38% of their ice cream.

My friend taught his dog to open the fridge and bring him beer...

...then he realized he taught his dog to open the fridge.

A Taxing Poem.

"Taxpayer's Lament"

Tax his cow, Tax his goat;

Tax his pants, Tax his coat;

Tax his crop, Tax his work;

Tax his ties, Tax his shirt;

Tax his chew, Tax his smoke

Teach him taxing is no joke.

Tax his tractor, Tax his mule;

Tell him, Taxing is the rule.

Tax his oil, 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 till he's good and sore.

Tax his coffin, Tax his grave,

Tax his sod in which he's laid.

Put these words upon his tomb,

"Taxes drove him to his doom."

After he's gone, we won't relax.

We'll still collect inheritance tax.

A Taxing Poem.

x his oil, 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 till he's good and sore.

Tax his coffin, Tax his grave,

Tax his sod in which he's laid.

Put these words upon his tomb,

"Taxes drove him to his doom."

After he's gone, we won't relax.

We'll still collect inheritance tax.

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,Teac... read more

If pornhub has taught me anything...

It's how to have a good father-daughter relationship

*Remade post cause spelling error in title was killing me*