I don't know if I can live on my income or not - the government won't let me try it.
When you come into the world you have nothing... when you leave you have nothing... and in between there's the IRS.
I believe in facing reality. But only because I don't like turning my back on it.
Inside me there's a thin person struggling to get out, but I can usually sedate him with four or five cupcakes.
The Senate being tied is a start. Now, if only it could be gagged.
A fool and his money are soon parted. It takes creative tax laws for the rest.