Tax evaders

This could get interesting, why so long in waiting to do this? What's wrong with Mr. BIG, can't buy his way out anymore? I hope so.

Caz
 
You just can't trust them Gnomes. Oh, sure, they look all nice and innocent sitting in your flower garden, but behind those flushed chubby cheeks are devious minds....minds set on organized crime and subversive banking. My wife brought a Garden Gnome home one day...and I promptly shot gunned the smiling little devil to bits and pieces.

OBIO
 
You just can't trust them Gnomes. Oh, sure, they look all nice and innocent sitting in your flower garden, but behind those flushed chubby cheeks are devious minds....minds set on organized crime and subversive banking. My wife brought a Garden Gnome home one day...and I promptly shot gunned the smiling little devil to bits and pieces.

OBIO



Good job !! :applause:

:d

Remember Leona Helmsley's famous last words - "Taxes, no- taxes are for the little people".
 
"That message, sent to the bank’s executives in July 2004, referred to a UBS plan to help rich customers evade taxes by hiding money in offshore havens like the Bahamas."

I after I get through paying all my taxes and paying bills I don't have any money left to hide.
 
You just can't trust them Gnomes. Oh, sure, they look all nice and innocent sitting in your flower garden, but behind those flushed chubby cheeks are devious minds....minds set on organized crime and subversive banking. My wife brought a Garden Gnome home one day...and I promptly shot gunned the smiling little devil to bits and pieces.

OBIO


Content to stand alone.
Waiting, watching, guarding Granny's home.
His face reflecting simple joy,
but he is not a happy, Plaster Boy.


"Careful sonny, not too close, Unless you want a lethal dose of
hardening...."


Patiently waiting for some shade,
wishing he could run away.
Surpressing any urge to roam,
such devotion from a little gnome.


I once saw a calico that thought he could fly.
And then the lanky Doberman that tinkled in my eye.
A pacifist by nature, with ample common sense.
But if I had my druthers, I'd ruther be a fence.
Now Granny, she's a good one,
she shines me now and then.
And come around this springtime, I'm due for paint again.
On keeping granny comfy,
I try and earn my keep.
I'm just wishing I had some eyelids,
so I could get some sleep
 

Content to stand alone.
Waiting, watching, guarding Granny's home.
His face reflecting simple joy,
but he is not a happy, Plaster Boy.


"Careful sonny, not too close, Unless you want a lethal dose of
hardening...."


Patiently waiting for some shade,
wishing he could run away.
Surpressing any urge to roam,
such devotion from a little gnome.


I once saw a calico that thought he could fly.
And then the lanky Doberman that tinkled in my eye.
A pacifist by nature, with ample common sense.
But if I had my druthers, I'd ruther be a fence.
Now Granny, she's a good one,
she shines me now and then.
And come around this springtime, I'm due for paint again.
On keeping granny comfy,
I try and earn my keep.
I'm just wishing I had some eyelids,
so I could get some sleep

:applause::applause::applause:
Just be thankful you're not a Gnome in Basil Fawlty's garden young feller!!
 
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