Stetz1010
Eagle Member
So my mailman drove up, and I was standing there in my bathrobe (at 5 pm, yeah, in my bathrobe) and he pulled out something for me to sign, I got SO excited. I grabbed it, scribbled my name real quick, opened my arms wide to embrace that magical box of love, and he hands me a letter instead, from the IRS, saying I owe them 200$. Awesome, way to crap in my cereal IRS. Santa, please come soon to brighten my moody blues.