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.
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1 comment:
Stop bitching, I owe the Man $1200.
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