Actually, I'm having a beer, not a glass of wine poured into a glass by a barfing chicken. But I do love my barfing chicken pitcher, and I don't really have any other pictures to share with you at the moment.
Expect more posts in the future, now that I've got nothing but time for the next 7 weeks. So, if there's anything in particular that you always wanted to me to blog about, or if you want me to learn about a specific topic and report back to you, just let me know! Because otherwise I'll just be writing the pilot episode of my tax law show. Right now I'm picturing Samuel L. Jackson playing the IRS Special Agent (the one with the gun), but I worry that it will wind up being very similar to Law & Order, except with tax law instead of criminal and Samuel L. Jackson instead of Ice-T.
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"In the tax code, sexually based offenses involving the hiding of revenue are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated tax agents who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the BAMF'n Tax Team. These are their stories."
I figured we'd better leave the sex part in there. People like the sex. Draws ratings.
(redomid)
Maybe I should just leave the writing to you...
I'll be happy to be a director now and then. My director's trademark will be the location of the sexually based hidden revenue.
To continue with the subtle nature of this post, my first episode will be titled, "The Vagina Money-logues."
(autin)
Maybe the first episode can revolve around prostitutes not paying taxes on their income from turning tricks. Samuel L. Jackson can then chain the prostitutes to his couch until they pay their taxes.
Wait, I think he did something similar in some other movie. Crap, I'm going to be like the Weird Al of writing t.v. shows.
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