an IRS manager in Florida has imposed a new rule: No cotton clothing below the waist. One IRS agent said, ``It is so hot down here, I am roasting my buns off.'' Unbelievable, the IRS is now micromanaging America's underwear. Think about it. Liens on leotards, the seizures of BVD's, foreclosures on pantyhose, on and on and on. There is one good thing, Mr. Speaker: Now the IRS is finally getting a dose of their own medicine. How does it feel? How do they like losing their shorts, like the rest of us? Maybe now the IRS will realize that having your assets seized is not all it is cracked up to be, Congress. In closing, I recommend the following therapeutic advice to the IRS: Take two aspirins and two trays of ice cubes down your jockey shorts and see what it is really like. You will have a better sleep and you will feel better in the morning.
James Traficant: “an IRS manager in Florida has imposed a new rule: No cotton clothing below the waist. One IRS agent said, ``It is so hot…”
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