Taxes

I don’t have to pay taxes.

Thanks. You're always distracting.

Well, if you want a distraction, there's an army of tree raping squirells headed your way.

They'll destroy your house if you don't provide manwiches and sacraficial fowl.

You could claim that "Oregano" farm of yours as a tax deduction.

Perhaps.... it's all about finding clever things to deduct.

Good tip, I'll do that.

This has nothing to do with this blog, but you're one of the few members of OWF I can name off the top of my head if someone asked me who I considered a friend on OWF.



Then again, my mind is a tricky bastard who tries to get me on every corner, but I trust his judgement.

Cool I had no idea my online personality was so *magnetic*... even more so than a certain unwitting ammunition attractor...mmm yes.

I dare not risk moving very far from the computer, as I'm now surrounded by little piles of paper receipts all over the floor categorized into types of deduction.

Guess I'm stuck.

I hope a tornado doesn't come and blow my piles all over the place. That would be a disaster.

Heed attention advice, but don’t flatter yourself.

Actually, no, go ahead and flatter yourself. It’s amusingly in-character.

We all have to play our own parts.

Now stop flattering yourself, have my manwich.

I flatter myself all the time.




God I'm lonely...

I grudgingly accept.

Ooooh. I'm flattered!

I've been sitting on it for a while to keep it warm. You'll like it.

You have to sit on it to keep it warm? Doesn’t seem exciting enough.

That’s how you keep babies warm, after all.

Would you rather I do something else?

You're over my head.