Thursday, February 29, 2024

In Which We Fill Out Forms

I'll panic if I want to, bitch.  You're not the boss of me.
 

I did my taxes tonight, always a highlight of the year.  Hot little forms have been showing up in the mail for the last couple of months all claiming to be "important tax information." which I pile up on my desk where they glare balefully at me. I spend all of February doing nothing about them and dreading the day I will actually dive in and wrestle them to the mat. When I finally do turn to, all I have to actually do is check off a bunch of little boxes my tax guy has created.  They are all  questions like "did you invest in bitcoins last year?" And then every year I remember, oh yeah this is no big deal, this is why I pay the tax guy.  EVERY. YEAR.  

As long as I was in a government state of mind, I went ahead and completed my census form.  I had merrily assumed it would just be asking for my address and if I was a white boy.  It did ask that but it also seemed reluctant to take my word for a number of other impertinent queries.

For instance, it asked how many people lived here.  I said just me and then the next question was, pretty much, are you sure?  What about just for a little bit?  Did you look in the closet, did you check under the bed? Dude, I swear I am the only one here.

They also focused a lot on my internet access and tools, to the point where I started to wonder if this was actually a census or a marketing survey. 

They then asked in two different places what my ancestry or ethnic origin is, like they were trying to catch me out on a lie.  When I checked off "white" it wouldn't let me move on until I specified what flavor of white I am.  I claimed I was Finnish because I figured that would screw up their algorithm.  My family comes from England, Germany, Ireland, Scandinavia, pretty much everywhere the natives survive on potatoes and cabbage.  So I suppose I could have just listed "Western Europe," but where's the fun in that?

Guys:

David Ciachek.  When they finally get around to creating sexbots, this is the blueprint they should work from. 


Oopsie.



I don't know who this is, but we do know, almost certainly, he is in either California or Australia because those are eucalyptus leaves he's standing on.


I almost forgot to mention, poor Diane von Austinburg slipped and face-planted on the sidewalk.n  She fractured her arm and has a big ol' black eye.  I am refraining from addressing her as "Slugger."



Beefy.



I just love those dimples right above a man's butt.



I hope some rich old man is paying top dollar for that prime pussy.


8 comments:

  1. Poor Diane. Get well soon.

    I read David Ciachek is a dental student in the Czech Republic. If you need a dentist maybe you should go there to get drilled.

    Picked my taxes yesterday. Wrote checks. Out of the way for another year.

    I was asked about bitcoins as well. Is that still a thing?

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    1. The IRS seems to think it is, but I'm sure it's one of those things that by the time the government catches on to it, it's passe.

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  2. The US tax system confuses me. Why would anyone who doesn't work any more need to fill in a tax return? Here, tax returns are only for the self-employed.

    Anyhow, men. I'll take all of 'em this week, ta. Jx

    PS I snorted at your suggested nickname for poor bruised Diane. I guess "Rocky" is another one you try and avoid using.

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    1. Everything about American taxes is ridiculous. They know how much they are going to demand you pay and if you guess wrong you get in trouble. Poor bruised Diane.

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  3. You had to mention taxes. Before I took my anti-anxiety meds. When my landlord asks about the hole in the ceiling, I'll say "Mr. Peenee made me do it!"

    I hope Diane makes a full and speedy recovery. I also hope she decides to quit skateboarding while wearing platform shoes with 9-inch heels.

    Anonymous, too

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    1. Oh that Diane, mad, bad, and dangerous to know.

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  4. You could do with a live-in maid to do all those pesky domestic duties. The first picture, he's knicker drenching!

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    1. I have been negotiating with Carmen for just that role. We weren't going to tell you until we'd finalized all the details. Sorry, not sorry.

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