Tax season beckons like an unwelcome dinner guest that one can’t deny seating. I hate income taxes. Actually, I hate taxes of every creed. Federal, state, local, estate, county, property – they can all go to hell. Seriously.
Wherever it’s a choice between me keeping a dollar or the government, my philosophy is – I earned it first. Really, isn’t that what we all want? Our own money in our pocket. A simple dream.
My accountant spares me a lot of hair loss; our meeting today reminded me why punting to a professional is such a sound decision. Thank you, sir CPA!
have u heard about the toilet paper tax? can’t even let nature be without extending their hands…..sing it george!
http://apnews.myway.com/article/20050311/D88OFKM01.html
Yes, it is true! And yes, death and taxes – the only things a cute face and a nice turn of phrase can’t get you out of Sam.
I like that song Taxman. And as far as audits, yes there is no place for charm with the IRS apparently.