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He's The Tax Man

What is it with Lady Liberty and taxes. Saw this guy on a south Florida street corner; he wasn't exactly drivin' in the customers. But why are tax preparers always associating themselves with the Statue of Liberty?

After all, the saying isn't: "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to get their taxes in on time."

That reminds me. Good thing we're leaving for home today. I've gotta file my tax return!

Comments

Lidian said…
But that's what the Statue of Liberty would be saying now! She has to make a few bucks, too, the oil in her torch doesn't come cheap these days.
Mere said…
Ugh, I hate that kind of advertisement. How would the REAL Statue of Liberty feel if she knew some guy was getting paid minimum wage to stand on a hot street corner and wave at people to try and get them to pay someone to do their taxes? Offended, I bet ya. :-P
nonamedufus said…
Lidian: Her Canadian counterpart (who would that be anyway?) will get more from me than I'd like.

Mere: I'm with you. It's a taxing job (pun intended) but someone's gotta do it.
nonamedufus said…
Lidian: Her Canadian counterpart (who would that be anyway?) will get more from me than I'd like.

Mere: I'm with you. It's a taxing job (pun intended) but someone's gotta do it.

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