IRS. The man who audited Ernie's tax return has a second job as a chef. He's acquired a taste for this duel career. In an audit he likes peeling off the surface to see if the books have been cooked. He slices and dices every ingredient in a tax return. Then he lets you sit and stew before turning up the heat and grilling you. And a tax audit ends like the preparation of a fine dining meal, with the garnishing of wages.
Bob Thaves Tom Thaves
Frank and Ernest
Look! Up in the sky! It's absurd! It's inane! It's "Malaprop Man"! Malaprop Man! You look annoyed. I just got off the phone with the Internal Revenue Service. They said I claimed too many defendants, didn't send enough social insecurity tax, and I incorrectly idolized my seductions. If I don't send money this week, they'll garnish my celery. What'll you do? I'm going down that maternal revenue service and teach that editor a thing or two about taxes! Are you knowledgeable enough? Hey, my friends don't call me H&R Blockhead for nothing. I can believe that, MM.