It has come to my attention that you want a lot of money from me this year. I am writing this letter in protest, to state my case.
It's really unfair, Mr. IRS, that you need me to fork over right in the middle of the spring season. Why, just this week, the temps have finally hit the reasonable mark. Spring is finally here, and every day I receive another coupon and another sale flyer beckoning me to come purchase lovely frocks and shoes that are just perfect for warm weather.
Mr. IRS, if you take all my money, I won't have any left to spend on this
or this
or these!
Do you understand what you'll be putting me, and the rest of my family through, if I'm deprived of shoes? Do you really? How's a bitch supposed to stimulate the economy?
Let's not forget my poor little wains, bless them, they need to be clothed too! How will I ever be able to afford to dress them in the manner to which they've become accustomed?
So please, Mr. Taxperson, Please, think of my fashion needs. The economy, the children, sure. But mostly think of my fashion needs . .Can we strike a deal on this whole tax thing? I promise to give you a good writeup on my blog!
Very truly yours,
The Bitches
