My dog did my taxes this year. Humped the hell out of them. Smoked a cigarette and burned them to curled black detritus. “Good dog!”
My dog did my taxes this year. Humped the hell out of them. Smoked a cigarette and burned them to curled black detritus. “Good dog!”
The doorbell rings. You look up over your W-2s, remove your reading glasses, & move to the door. Uncle Sam smiles at you. “Time to submit.“