:: Cookies and taxes ::

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Package for me at work. What's the return address? Parents? Uh-oh.

Open package - three (3) boxes of Girl Scout Thin Mints. Joy!

Removing cookies reveals a manila envelope. Uh-oh.

Taxes. W-2s. 1040s. Crap, crap, crap... wait.

They're filled out. All of them. I just need to sign, date, and mail. Double Joy!

I am living in a bizarre inverted universe where taxes are better than cookies.

Posted by morland @ 02:35 PM

:: Comments ::

your parents do your taxes for you?
you lucky sonofabitch

Posted by: Future Mrs Glasses on March 23, 2005 10:27 PM

I don't eat my tax documents, they hurt my tummy

Posted by: Cyrus on March 24, 2005 02:17 PM

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