Me and The IRS, A Bromance
I pulled over the car on the highway because the IRS was calling. “Daddy, why are we pulling over,” said one of my kids. I can’t remember which one. I didn’t care.…
I pulled over the car on the highway because the IRS was calling. “Daddy, why are we pulling over,” said one of my kids. I can’t remember which one. I didn’t care. At that point I wish I didn’t have kids because maybe then I would’ve killed myself. My now ex-wife shushed the kids. The […]
