Don’t simply take the government’s word about coming after tax evaders. Take it from somebody who knows first hand. The IRS is out to collect, Wu-Tang Clan member or not.

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Comments (11)

  1. Posted by guest | October 8, 2009 at 3:44 PM

    I forgive you my son.
    Big Baby Jesus
    ps: Shimmy shimmy yam shimmy yam shimmy yeah, give me a mike so I can take it away.

  2. Posted by guest | October 8, 2009 at 3:46 PM

    *cricket…cricket…cricket*

  3. Posted by guest | October 8, 2009 at 3:49 PM

    *chirp chirp goes the blanus*** shhhhhh

  4. Posted by guest | October 8, 2009 at 3:53 PM

    I’m gonna sew you’re asshole shut and keep feeding you… and feeding you…

  5. Posted by guest | October 8, 2009 at 3:53 PM

    Wu-Tang Financial: You gotta diversify yo’ bonds, cracka

  6. Posted by Greg's Mangina | October 8, 2009 at 4:22 PM

    Is it bad that I don’t even bother reading Greg’s stories anymore? I simply check the site and look for pictures or of athletes, rappers and/or busty women.
    After locating said pictures and identifying them as fodder to lure in procrastinating analysts to boost Mr. Michael’s hitcount, I immediately click on the comments link in hopes of finding the latest sweet nothings from Greg’s Mom, Dad or College Boyfriend.

  7. Posted by guest | October 8, 2009 at 4:25 PM

    He looks so legal in that picture.

  8. Posted by guest | October 8, 2009 at 4:32 PM

    Greg and his boyfriend fall on hard times and decided to rob a bank together.
    Greg’s bf plans the robbery and goes over the plan with the Greg in great detail.
    The robbery begins.
    Greg’s bf drives up in front of the bank, stops the car and says to the Greg, “I want to make absolutely sure you understand the plan. You are supposed to be in and out of the bank in no more than three minutes with the cash. Do you understand the plan?”
    “Perfectly,” Greg said.
    Greg goes in the bank while his bf waits in the getaway car.
    One minute passes, two minutes pass…seven minutes pass – and Greg’s bf is really stressing out.
    Finally, the bank doors burst open and out Greg comes. He’s got a safe wrapped up in rope and is dragging it to the car.
    About the time he gets the safe in the trunk of the car, the bank doors burst open again with the security guard coming out.
    The guard’s pants and underwear are down around his ankles while he is firing his weapon.
    As the two fudgepackers are getting away, Greg’s bf says “I thought you understood the plan!”
    Greg said, “I did! I did exactly what you said!”
    “No, you idiot,” Greg’s bf replied. “You got it all mixed up. I said tie up the GUARD and blow the SAFE!”

  9. Posted by ACORN tax advisors | October 8, 2009 at 4:33 PM

    Bury the can, man.

  10. Posted by guest | October 8, 2009 at 6:33 PM

    Meth – you better learn to protect ya neck
    P.S. Although Meth’s vehicle got repossessed in March by the IRS, this was actually for failing to pay New York taxes not Federal taxes.

  11. Posted by guest | October 8, 2009 at 6:49 PM

    Greg -
    I want to bitch slap you into next week.
    CG

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