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Thinking Hard: THIS IRS INSPECTOR WAS TRYING TO BULLY THIS MANTHE MAN'S REPLY IS GOLD At the end of the tax year, the IRS office sent an inspector to audit the books of a local hospital. While the IRS agent was checking the books he turned to the CFO of the hospital and said, "l notice you buy a lot of bandages. What do you do with the end of the roll when there's too little left to be of any use?" "Good question," noted the CFO. "We save them up and send them back to the bandage company and every now and then they send a free box of bandages."Oh," replied the auditor somewhat disappointed that his unusual question had a practical answer. But on he went, in his obnoxious way. What about all these plaster purchases? What do you do with what's left over after setting a cast on a patient?"Ah, yes," replied the CFO, realizing that the inspector was trying to trap him with an unanswerable question. "We save it and send it back to the manufacturer, and every now and then they send us a free package of plaster." "l see," replied the auditor, thinking hard about how he could fluster the know-it-all CFO. "Well," he went on, "What do you do with all the leftover foreskins from the circumcisions you perform?"" Here, too, we do not waste," answered the CFO. "What we do is save all the little foreskins and send them to the IRS Office, and about once a year they send us a complete dick." <p>The IRS Inspector Tried To Bully This Man. His Response Is Priceless.</p>
Thinking Hard: THIS IRS INSPECTOR WAS TRYING TO BULLY
 THIS MANTHE MAN'S REPLY IS GOLD
 At the end of the tax year, the IRS office sent an
 inspector to audit the books of a local hospital. While
 the IRS agent was checking the books he turned to
 the CFO of the hospital and said, "l notice you buy a
 lot of bandages.
 What do you do with the end of the roll when there's
 too little left to be of any use?" "Good question," noted
 the CFO. "We save them up and send them back to the
 bandage company and every now and then they send
 a free box of bandages."Oh," replied the auditor
 somewhat disappointed that his unusual question had
 a practical answer. But on he went, in his obnoxious
 way.
 What about all these plaster purchases? What do you
 do with what's left over after setting a cast on a
 patient?"Ah, yes," replied the CFO, realizing that the
 inspector was trying to trap him with an
 unanswerable question. "We save it and send it back
 to the manufacturer, and every now and then they
 send us a free package of plaster." "l see," replied the
 auditor, thinking hard about how he could fluster the
 know-it-all CFO.
 "Well," he went on, "What do you do with all the
 leftover foreskins from the circumcisions you
 perform?"" Here, too, we do not waste," answered the
 CFO. "What we do is save all the little foreskins and
 send them to the IRS Office, and about once a year
 they send us a complete dick."
<p>The IRS Inspector Tried To Bully This Man. His Response Is Priceless.</p>

<p>The IRS Inspector Tried To Bully This Man. His Response Is Priceless.</p>

Thinking Hard: $2000 ths.com.au/ .au/ com.au/rent om.au/2mode-rente m.au/ oadband.com.au/ .au/ com.au/personalゾー/ つく。 hermionemollycharliepond: just-raowolf: edenwolfie: my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal. First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths,“ I snapped. ”Get on Asda’s website right now.“ His face froze. “A-Asda?” he whispered. “But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.” This was a good start. We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast,” he said. “Toast,“ I said. ”Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—” “Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.” “You WHAT?“ I choked. ”You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?” He frowned. “Who doesn’t?” “Okay,“ I said, ”but what will the children eat?” He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?” We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes,“ he agreed; ”if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.” He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh,“ I said. ”Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.” “But I’m not.” “Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—” “We’re married!?” “Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?” He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.” We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay,“ he said, clearly thinking hard; ”for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?” “Vegetarian.” “Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.” “We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.” “You and your children!“ he yelled, and the whole class looked around. “They’re your children too!” I screamed back. He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!” “Please,“ I cried, standing up also. ”Don’t—” “I want a divorce!” And he walked out of the classroom. The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry,“ I whispered, ”but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.” I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university. READ THE WHOLE THING
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edenwolfie:

my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe

We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.
First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths,“ I snapped. ”Get on Asda’s website right now.“ His face froze.
“A-Asda?” he whispered. “But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.”
This was a good start.
We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast,” he said.
“Toast,“ I said. ”Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—”
“Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.”
“You WHAT?“ I choked. ”You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?”
He frowned. “Who doesn’t?”
“Okay,“ I said, ”but what will the children eat?”
He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?”
We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes,“ he agreed; ”if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.”
He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh,“ I said. ”Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.”
“But I’m not.”
“Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—”
“We’re married!?”
“Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?”
He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.”
We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay,“ he said, clearly thinking hard; ”for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?”
“Vegetarian.”
“Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.”
“We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.”
“You and your children!“ he yelled, and the whole class looked around.
“They’re your children too!” I screamed back.
He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!”
“Please,“ I cried, standing up also. ”Don’t—”
“I want a divorce!”
And he walked out of the classroom.
The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry,“ I whispered, ”but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.”
I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.

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hermionemollycharliepond: just-raowolf: edenwolfie: my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out...