Papa,
How’s the honeymoon week going? Be gentle, she’s pregnant remember.
Can you forward me Big Jim’s email address – I need to organise my group certificate for tax purposes. Those bastards will hunt you down and use your balls for paperweights if you screw with the tax system. They have nothing else to do Bubba, and when hands are idle they indeed become the devil’s playthings. Those pricks would walk over your frail grandmother to take what little cash you can stash, to feed the greedy overflowing machine. I often wonder what would be the best way to rid yourself of a slippery tax officer - perhaps some form of caustic acid or large blunt force trauma to the head. I guess we'll have to wait and see what they decide to throw at us and fight until the last child soldier has been sent into battle.
Maybe there’s something to be said about buying land in some Pacific atoll that doesn’t fall under any tax threshold…
Res Ipsa Loquitur .
Contact soon.
BS
