My IRS audit............

[Biff]

LOG-

Nov. 22nd "got love letter from IRS!!!!!

Nov. 23rd - Dec 13th Sleep deprivation-panic attacks-ice cream dependancy..... Irritability, hives, dizziniess... deep depression.....

Dec 13 eve-went to bed at 4 a.m.

Dec 14th woke up at 537 a.m.

Stuck in traffic from 715 to 815.

LATE for "The audit" 830; found way into office after being strip searched at front security stand with CPA, CPA's secretary, and literally stacks and stacks of past tax returns..... phone call at 835 from auditor asking if I was going to be present....

11 a.m. walked out pale; relieved; and GOLDEN!!!!!!!!

Wheeewwwwwwww hewwwww!!!!!!!

9 am - 11 am "THE AUDIT".........

Look for my book to be released in late Jan titled "How to make friends and influence your IRS auditor"......

 

[Miss Kitty]

Bwaaaaaaaaaaaah!!
:clap_1: :clap_1:

Merry Christmas Biffy!!!

 

[Uncle Timmy]

Ugh! My nightmare.

Glad it all came out OK for you.

 

[kathydwells]

Well, since the IRS didn't get anymore of your money, care to loan a girl a few bucks? J/K.....glad everything came out alright!!! :clap_1:

 

[30gAy]

What really happened at Biff’s IRS Audit:

AN IRS INTERROGATION ROOM - DAYIt is large, fluorescent-lighted, antiseptic. Biff walks in.
IRS AUDITOR:“Are your accountants…..?“
BIFF:(hiding a smile)“I have waived my right to an accountant.”
IRS AUDITOR:“Why have you waived your right to have an accountant present, Mr. Biff?”
Biff:“I have nothing to hide.”The two of them keep their eyes on each other.Biff sits down. The Auditor sits directly across from him. Biff begins to open a bag of snacks.
IRS AUDITOR:“There is no eating trans-fats in this federal building, Mr. Biff.”
BIFF:“What are you going to do? Charge me with eating pork rinds?” Ever so casually, he blows his rind tinged breath across at the auditor.
IRS AUDITOR:“You are claiming a $20,000 deduction for clothes given away to charities, Mr. Biff. How on earth can you account for such a large figure?”
BIFF:“They were all Armani suits.”
IRS AUDITOR:“Isn’t that what you are wearing now?”
BIFF:“I'd have to be pretty stupid to claim I’d given away all my Armani suits only to show up in one here today. I'd be announcing myself as a tax fraud. I'm not stupid.” He smiles. “These are cheap Hong Kong knock-offs of Armani. They look the same, but the materials are not as high quality.” To make his point, Biff uncrosses his legs, thereby causing a rip as the seams in the crotch of his pant open up, revealing a glimpse of his genitals to the auditor. Biff re-crosses his legs, smiling.
IRS AUDITOR: (flustered)“Mr. Biff, you are free to go.”

 

[Biff]

Bwaaaaaaaaaaaah!!
:clap_1: :clap_1:

Merry Christmas Biffy!!!

Ugh! My nightmare.

Glad it all came out OK for you.

Just remember; be polite:roll:

Well, since the IRS didn't get anymore of your money, care to loan a girl a few bucks? J/K.....glad everything came out alright!!! :clap_1:

Sure D- pm me your address SS#, and DOB; I'll have a "CHECK" right over for ya

 

[Franny]

What really happened at Biff?s IRS Audit:

AN IRS INTERROGATION ROOM - DAYIt is large, fluorescent-lighted, antiseptic. Biff walks in.
IRS AUDITOR:?Are your accountants?..??
BIFF:(hiding a smile)?I have waived my right to an accountant.?
IRS AUDITOR:?Why have you waived your right to have an accountant present, Mr. Biff??
Biff:?I have nothing to hide.?The two of them keep their eyes on each other.Biff sits down. The Auditor sits directly across from him. Biff begins to open a bag of snacks.
IRS AUDITOR:?There is no eating trans-fats in this federal building, Mr. Biff.?
BIFF:?What are you going to do? Charge me with eating pork rinds?? Ever so casually, he blows his rind tinged breath across at the auditor.
IRS AUDITOR:?You are claiming a $20,000 deduction for clothes given away to charities, Mr. Biff. How on earth can you account for such a large figure??
BIFF:?They were all Armani suits.?
IRS AUDITOR:?Isn?t that what you are wearing now??
BIFF:?I'd have to be pretty stupid to claim I?d given away all my Armani suits only to show up in one here today. I'd be announcing myself as a tax fraud. I'm not stupid.? He smiles. ?These are cheap Hong Kong knock-offs of Armani. They look the same, but the materials are not as high quality.? To make his point, Biff uncrosses his legs, thereby causing a rip as the seams in the crotch of his pant open up, revealing a glimpse of his genitals to the auditor. Biff re-crosses his legs, smiling.
IRS AUDITOR: (flustered)?Mr. Biff, you are free to go.?

:funn: :funn: :funn:

 

[Biff]

OMG !!!!!!!!BBBWWWWHHAAAAA HAAAAAA HAAAA!!!!!!!!!
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What really happened at Biff?s IRS Audit:

AN IRS INTERROGATION ROOM - DAYIt is large, fluorescent-lighted, antiseptic. Biff walks in.
IRS AUDITOR:?Are your accountants?..??
BIFF:(hiding a smile)?I have waived my right to an accountant.?
IRS AUDITOR:?Why have you waived your right to have an accountant present, Mr. Biff??
Biff:?I have nothing to hide.?The two of them keep their eyes on each other.Biff sits down. The Auditor sits directly across from him. Biff begins to open a bag of snacks.
IRS AUDITOR:?There is no eating trans-fats in this federal building, Mr. Biff.?
BIFF:?What are you going to do? Charge me with eating pork rinds?? Ever so casually, he blows his rind tinged breath across at the auditor.
IRS AUDITOR:?You are claiming a $20,000 deduction for clothes given away to charities, Mr. Biff. How on earth can you account for such a large figure??
BIFF:?They were all Armani suits.?
IRS AUDITOR:?Isn?t that what you are wearing now??
BIFF:?I'd have to be pretty stupid to claim I?d given away all my Armani suits only to show up in one here today. I'd be announcing myself as a tax fraud. I'm not stupid.? He smiles. ?These are cheap Hong Kong knock-offs of Armani. They look the same, but the materials are not as high quality.? To make his point, Biff uncrosses his legs, thereby causing a rip as the seams in the crotch of his pant open up, revealing a glimpse of his genitals to the auditor. Biff re-crosses his legs, smiling.
IRS AUDITOR: (flustered)?Mr. Biff, you are free to go.?