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This girl managed to piss me off and plan out her tax fraud in one easy step.
I had to sit way in the back of the bus today, as I got to the stop later than usual. It's cool, I got a seat.
Well, it was cool, and then the Trash with the Metro PCS phone sat down behind me. I pull out my textbook, trying to drag myself through the current chapter (this book sucks, BTW, it's disorganized, lots of typos, and the writer has never practiced law or worked as a paralegal but he's got his JD so he's obviously qualified to write a book explaining how to do a bunch of stuff he'll never do</digression>), but the Trash will not shut up. She is talking about how "hecka" cool this one car is, but she doesn't need that much power, so she'll probably get this other car, but she's got to get her bills paid, but some "hustle" she's doing should get her about $7,000, which will pay off her bills and leave about $3,000 towards the "hecka" cool car, but she owes the IRS about $1,000, but she forgot to claim her welfare friend's kid on her taxes, so she's going to do that, so she should only owe them $400 instead, then she has to get together with her friends so she can borrow a kid to put on her taxes this year to cut what she owes, because she didn't get arranged in time to borrow the kid she used last year, but she'll get someone's kid, even though most of them have already been borrowed by other people to cut their taxes, and she'll call him back when she gets to the other side of the Bay.
I pulled out my Sansa and was cranking Faith No More, Green Day and Everclear, trying to drown her out. It was difficult, as the Trash seemed to believe that everyone on the bus wanted to hear her conversation, because why else would you be discussing defrauding the IRS at 90 decibels?
I had to sit way in the back of the bus today, as I got to the stop later than usual. It's cool, I got a seat.
Well, it was cool, and then the Trash with the Metro PCS phone sat down behind me. I pull out my textbook, trying to drag myself through the current chapter (this book sucks, BTW, it's disorganized, lots of typos, and the writer has never practiced law or worked as a paralegal but he's got his JD so he's obviously qualified to write a book explaining how to do a bunch of stuff he'll never do</digression>), but the Trash will not shut up. She is talking about how "hecka" cool this one car is, but she doesn't need that much power, so she'll probably get this other car, but she's got to get her bills paid, but some "hustle" she's doing should get her about $7,000, which will pay off her bills and leave about $3,000 towards the "hecka" cool car, but she owes the IRS about $1,000, but she forgot to claim her welfare friend's kid on her taxes, so she's going to do that, so she should only owe them $400 instead, then she has to get together with her friends so she can borrow a kid to put on her taxes this year to cut what she owes, because she didn't get arranged in time to borrow the kid she used last year, but she'll get someone's kid, even though most of them have already been borrowed by other people to cut their taxes, and she'll call him back when she gets to the other side of the Bay.
I pulled out my Sansa and was cranking Faith No More, Green Day and Everclear, trying to drown her out. It was difficult, as the Trash seemed to believe that everyone on the bus wanted to hear her conversation, because why else would you be discussing defrauding the IRS at 90 decibels?
in me says... that's something you say out loud right before you get off the bus.
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