Annoying Questions To Which I Received No Response: Part 8 of 17
[asked of Randy, who no doubt sat down to do his own taxes on January 5th with nothing but two freshly sharpened number two pencils and a chorus of "This Land is Your Land" and who, upon the accurate and truthful completion of said taxes, immediately marched them down to the post office where he held the door for a third-grade field trip, surrendered his place in line to a pregnant woman, and saved a mewling kitten from atop a shimmering flag pole, all without wrinkling his ivory linen suit:]"Hey, remember when I told you I was putting all my tax crap in one pile, and that you shouldn't touch, look at, or even think about that pile because you always lose everything? Yeah, do you happen to remember exactly
where I was in the house when I said that?"
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