Today was finally do your taxes day. My ass has never hurt so bad. $1584 to finance a bullshit war machine, while Exxon gets a pass. Fuck!
(It could have been less, if I deducted what I believe I paid in mortgage interest – vs. what Citibank says I paid. But, $300 is not worth a literal ass-reaping in federal prison on top of what the tax code just did to me.)
Again, fuck!
Gonzo di Dottore is a noted author, poet, photographer and bon vivant. Or was that savant. It's hard to tell sometimes. [He's not a real doctor, dumbass.]
and all around nice guy. Buy me a beer, I'll tell you a story. Or vice versa. Or just visit my sites and for God's sake click on a couple of Google ads or rent a lens.
For more on us we have additional sites: Drive By Shootings has a Twitter and a Tumbr
We have a couple tossaway blogs: Messenger Puppet (the outtakes) and You Can't Kill Stupid. I think that's it.
My ass is pretty well shredded thanks to stock in the in-law’s S Corporation. We’ll be sending an additional $12K on top of what we’ve paid in via paychecks every two weeks. I think it’ll be enough to arm a Hummer or two.
Of course we don’t actually have the money, having paid off credit cards and making a down payment on a new van this year.
Hello, Credit Union?
Ouch.
Pygmy in my office got pushed into AMT due to a stock sale – $45K (on top of withholdings)
I just wish I got to deduct the kids. Even 1 would help. The shit we give up for freedom…