What You Do....

For some reason that song is in my head, but I can't grab the whole thing. Dammit, I hate when you get a lyric stuck and can't shake it loose. It's pretty easy to do also, when you're walking around with the equivalent to an entire Widespread Panic tour in your damn head. Help me out here, it's an old Motown song that a bunch of dudes just shout out "What you do...." Shit, I. Give. Up. Can't get it.

Anyhoo, I have spent the last seventy hours trying to save y'all money on a renovation on a housing project on the coast. Methinks that there are some underhanded dealings going on with that Katrina money, so I went through the entire project and put together a cost estimate, lo and behold, Deddy was right. There's about a million in graft there, and I found six line items that just do not add up. I mean, other than the labor which is to be performed by 100% illegal aliens that DO NOT PAY TAXES OR FICA. Whoever keeps telling us that they do, dammit, those folks are living in a dream world. Oh well.

Here's comedy.



Please take the time to comment.