just ask slobodan milosevic. oh wait, you can't. because he's dead. do you see where this is heading, sally?
keep your creamy underage feet and cum shots to your self. word ver is back on because i am not in the mood. i am holding on by a thread, sally. a tiny little thread.
this can be demonstrated using the following highly accurate depiction of what happened when i went this saturday to get my taxes done.
that's right. so on top of the $10000 i've accumulated in medical bills (so far), and the even less money due to missed work and the groceries on the credit card and the moving expenses, now i owe the government four hundred dollars, part of which is for "social security," a program that probably won't even be around when i'm old enough to need it. the government is really helping.
also not pictured is the asshole who beeped at me in the parking lot because i didn't back out of my parking spot quickly enough for him.
the look on his face when he saw my red, tear-sticky, slobbery, boogery one was priceless.
well, maybe worth four hundred dollars. somehow i don't think anyone will pay.