f’ing taxes


While most of my Saturday nights include sassy winks over highball rims to boys across the bar, mine tonight includes my stupid taxes. And you know what? This guy’s on the other side of Turbo Tax, I’m not even KIDDING. 

“No, lady, you lost your tax refund here. Oh, and here.” And all he’s really thinking is, Good luckGood f’ing luck.

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