I miss you dancing Tax People.

You know who I’m talking about: all those folks on the streetcorners across the city with their picket signs that read 3 days left to file. The better ones breakdance, but even the worst among them still wave at the passing traffic. It’s a clever way to bypass some municipalities’ ordinances of businesses not being allowed to post any signs or billboards.

It’s April 16th now and I’m sad they’re gone. At whom will I have left to honk cheerfully as I pass? I thought there might be someone today with Forgot to file? Come inside and do it late today!, but no.

Ame and I came up with the idea to just do it anyway and insult people at the same time.

Hey Jackass! File your fucking taxes!

The Tax people in the center near the corner would be mad, but then you could be all like, “Haha you can’t prove I’m not supposed to be here, I’m the Gingerbread Man!” And then run off flipping people the bird telling them to file their taxes. This world I live in inside my head, I don’t know if it’s a happy place, but it’s certainly interesting, and there’s definitely nothing little about it.

Also, if you haven’t done it, you really should. The IRS will come after you in 2020 if you keep this up…