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Bouncy, Bouncy
It’s out of my hands now.
When I saved my tax return to the hard drive last night, the file was named ‘2008 Federal Personal’. But for a second, I swore it read ‘2008 Federal Prison’.
If there is a significant amount of time between posts down the road, there’s a chance I’ve gone away for a while.
Thousands of American citizens gathered across the country today, and threw tea parties to protest the way our tax dollars are spent. I agree with them. I mean, I get pretty upset when I have to hit a 5-team parlay to pay my tax bill, and Congress earmarks $1.7 million to study pig odor.
Pigs stink because they roll around in shit.
Pay me, bitches.
I’m thinking about throwing a protest of my own – the Benny Pee Party.
The concept is pretty simple. I’ll drink myself into oblivion. And then pass out on top of my tax returns that have been spread across the bed.
I probably don’t need to explain what happens next.
I’ll YouTube the son-of-a-bitch, make a million dollars in promotions, and then get in trouble for putting it on the internet.
Tax-dodging liberal Congressmen will hold televised hearings to discuss how disgusting I am.Â
Meanwhile, their constituents can watch the whole thing unravel from their subsidized housing, eating chips and dip courtesy of the government’s Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (food stamps).
And, in an ironic twist of fate, the housing and food were provided from the taxes I paid on the million dollars.
Is this a great country, or what?
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One more card and it’s 22. Unlucky 4 him again.