Here I am yapping away like it’s 8:35
At Christmas I kid you not. We got a tupperware together for my neighbor. We filled it with meats and cheeses, and cookies, and veggies, and all sorts of good stuff. We invited him over, but he said no. He lives alone so when my sister brought over this tupperware for him, he said he had been doing his taxes.
My sister said “Come on over and enjoy some holiday cheer, or you’re going to make a little british kid need crutches!”
He somehow didn’t catch the Ebenezer Scrooge reference, and thought my sister was threatening to go out and break some british kids legs. Which is hilarious! My sister is 5’5, and all of 100lbs. She’s the most friendly HEEEEYYYYY HOW YA DOOOIIINNNN from across the room while waving wildly kind of woman. And she’s like 52 years old. But somehow the neighbor interpreted that as “Come over and have a good time, or the british kids get it!” Oh, also, we live in Ohio. So she’s have to REALLY search for some british kids.
But yeah. We bring him some holiday meal treats, and he’s in there wrapped in a blanket like “I was doing my taxes…” “Well come say hi to the family, or I’ll assault some british children!”
If you’re a w2 worker, you can’t even start to do your taxes until like end of January at the earliest…employers don’t have the forms ready.
And banks wait until March most of the time.
Flanders is self employed - he owns the Leftorium. There’s a joke in this episode about not writing off the ink used to print receipts as a business expense, because he likes the way it smells. He can do his taxes when he wants.
look at all those morons i paid my taxes a year ago.
I say let the bears pay the bear tax, I pay the Homer tax!
Delinquent! Delinquent!
Yeah the govt needs some $ for military and wars and cia ops
