Posted on 05/27/2005 4:32:50 AM PDT by NativeNewYorker
COPENHAGEN (Reuters) - The source of the world's biggest sperm bank may soon run dry if Danish authorities decide to tax donors, Cryos International Sperm Bank said on Wednesday.
Denmark, with the world's highest income tax levels, wants sperm donors to pay tax on the 500 crown (46 pounds) reimbursement men receive for their services.
"It is a special kind of work and therefore the fee cannot be compared to normal working income," Cryos said in a letter to the tax authorities, adding it risked losing donors, most of whom are students.
Cryos receives between 30-60 donors a day at its three branches and each year Danish men contribute to around 1,000 pregnancies around the world.
"Donate and get scr**ed" !
In the U.S. they already tax this as income.
It's hard work.
"It's hard work."
Good one!
You know who'd like a story about taxes and draining the sperm bank?
Bill Clinton.
Dude. I'm working to shave a few strokes off my game.
They should look on the bright side. If the tax passes, then the donors' subscriptions to girlie magazines would be tax deductible.
New York!
At first your beauty confused me, and your great longlegged golden girls.
I was so timid at first under your blue metallic eyes, your frosty smile
So timid. And the disquiet in the depth of your skyscraper streets
Lifting up owl eyes in the sun's eclipse.
Your sulfurous light and the livid shafts (their heads dumbfounding the sky)
Skyscrapers defying cyclones on their muscles of steel and their weathered stone skins.
But a fortnight on the bald sidewalks of Manhattan.
? At the end of the third week, the fever takes you with the pounce of a jaguar
A fortnight with no well or pasture, all the birds of the air
Fall suddenly dead below the high ashes of the terraces.
No child's laughter blossoms, his hand in my fresh hand. No mother's breast. Legs in nylon. Legs and breasts with no sweat and no smell.
No tender word for mouths are lipless. Hard cash buys artificial hearts.
No book where wisdom is read. The painter's palette flowers with crystals of coral.
Insomniac nights O nights of Manhattan, tormented by fatuous fires while the klaxons cry through the empty hours
And dark waters bear away hygienic loves, like the bodies of children on a river in flood.
A beautiful work of art.
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