Sunday, April 6, 2008

Tax Is Whack

I got a phone call from my dad saying I owe the tax accountant $440.

Which means:

2 less pairs of jeans, or
11 less shirts, or
62 less orders of general tso's chicken, or
80 less rounds of cocktails, or
220 less cups of coffee, or
415 less double cheeseburgers


Thanks for ruining my life.

1 comment:

Rod and Cone said...

Stop bitching, I owe the Man $1200.