Hey there, Pouch Pals. The IRS just bestowed upon me my 2012 tax return. Guess how much? $666. $666!
What a nefarious sum of money! With this money I could do any number of things…
-Start a cult.
-Snipe some Southwest Air tickets to hell (just to check it out).
-Donate money to the local Girl Scout Troupe.
-Fund a low-budget porno.
-Fund a high-budget home video (personal porno).
-Gamble. Gamble. Gamble.
-Skywrite awful things about three peoples’ mothers.
-Produce a mastered recording of a tourism song, directing people to scenic, totally
And maybe I’ve been hanging out with Brandon for too long, but none of this seems adequate. I feel like there is something better, something obvious that I’m missing.
Come on, Pouch Pals. What do I do with The Devil’s Tax Return?
(Do I use it to pay rent next month, and instead of going to work I stay home and finish the screenplay: The Devil’s Tax Return?)