|Some days you just want to go full Swanson.|
Suffice it to say, the process of filling out tax forms does not fill me with civic pride. Nor does it make me think of all the good things my tax money might be going toward. Its not because I'm not willing to pay my taxes. No, I had that childish idea of fiscal independence stamped out of me long ago. I'm more than happy to pay my taxes and keep the government from throwing me in jail. But its not the money they force me to pay them that peeves me off these days. No, its the grueling process they use to take the money from you. It feels like I have to be dragged through a threshing machine of federal and state paperwork every year so I can try and dig up esoteric 1099-INT forms (that may or may not exist) before I am given the opportunity to pay an online site an extra $100 for the privilege to file taxes. Every year the process of filling out our tax forms becomes a little more complex, and the verbiage on the forms so grueling that I am amazed I don't have a stroke trying to parse them together. Especially State Forms. Those things are unbelievably long and tiresome, with having to read through the new tax credits and laws and deductibles lists for whichever local politician's pet project is in favor that year.
|Monopoly. What a piece of shit game that is.|
|Enter on line 13a how many silver pieces you obtained from the Lair of the Dreaded Necro-Beholder of Kal'thalash. Art objects, gems, and magic items worth more than twelve farthings will go on lines 46b-67a.|
|See you later, chumps.|
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So, in the interest of forgetting about tax day, let's Game On!