Lawd, have mercy, a bitch has to do my taxes.
It’s not as if my taxes are terribly complex. My ass is broke and once a year that fucking EZ form confirms that shit for me. But motherfuck it all to hell if this bitch isn’t damned insulted to see how much I’m paying for fuckeduptitude!
I get the city tax thing and, although I have issues with how those funds are being used, at least I can see some results.
And I guess I get the state tax thing too…although there are times when it feels as if I’m feeding kibble to a wolf currently stalking my ass.
But this bitch is pretty damned pissed to be paying for the tore up from the floor up, pork addicted, posturing career bullshit artists who couldn’t find their ass with both hands who make up the majority of our government!
This can not be good for my blood pressure.
And isn’t it fucking crazy?
Think about it!
This bitch knows people who get fired up when their $10 lunch is poorly prepared, but we all just take governmental fubar sitting down...in front of a computer...trying to make all those bloody numbers add up to a motherfucking refund.
As Marvin sang, there's only 3 things for sure: taxes, death and trouble.
This bitch had better take care of number one or my ass is gonna catch some serious number three…