Today is the day of the year when I bent over and take it from Uncle Sam.
So as I bend over and grab my ankles to get screwed over on my taxes, I hope all of you are having a bright and cheery day! But think of me and my torment having to pay a load of self-employment taxes with no children, no house, and no other significant write offs.
So to take off the edge from getting ripped a new one by the Fed, I have my orange juice and vodka ready to go--sorry Michael Jackson no Jesus juice for me--I need the hard stuff.
Of course I am joking about most of this. Kind of. Sort of. Maybe.
1 comment:
Oh goodness! I sure hope that everything works out okay. My fiance had the same trouble this year. Well, we aren't self employeed, but he still owed too!
I'll pray for you Clint. *hugs*
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