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Other than death, taxes are the only certainty in life. Every year you know it's coming, but you still drag it out till is extremely close to the deadline to get 'em done. My usual guy that does mine went
M.I.A. (and no I don't mean
Miami) so a mad scramble was on for me to find a new source...that's trustworthy. One year they got me for not filing, and I was like
"Dude I'm 10, and it's a paper route! What's to file?!" Anyway that's the past and hopefully I can write off all the lap dances as a business expense. Yeah I got receipts.
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