A bunch of spics were sitting in the kids section singing “this land is your land”. Ironic.
Also, fuck the IRS. I worked 35 hours, i should be getting 35 hours worth of pay, not 28. I worked for that fucking money for myself, i didn’t work for that money for you fuckers.
Welcome to planet earth; where you have to work to live so you can afford to be broke. You’re pretty much working for nothing because all your money goes to bills. It’s all one big neverending circle. You get a car, you gotta pay insurance, you need a job, all your money goes to insurance, and you can’t pay that without a job, yet you can’t get to the job without that car, but you can’t get that car without a job.