Its that time again. He asks for all my freakin receipts and numbers and paperwork and i dont get one measly dollar back as a refund. Well, I gotta show him who the heck is boss and how angry i am on why i didnt get a million dollar refund. I mean i do deserve it..right? So Mr. Tax man gets whats coming..pain and and bondage...with a little rare Fayth moment included..but he certainly deserves to not be comfy at my house...never!!