Very Taxing

"Brian?"

"Yes..."

"Can I ask a favor?"

"What is it, Sunshine?"

"Can you help me prepare my taxes?"

"No."

"NO?! Why?"

"Because, taxes should be done by a professional, not by a, a..."

"Asshole?"

"I was going to say, boyfriend."

"Oh....OH! Is that what you are to me, a boyfriend?"

"I believe I fulfill that role."

"But don't boyfriends help one an other? You'd be helping me."

"Not if I got my hands on your taxes and did something wrong. My best advice, as a, a..."

"Boyfriend."

"Boyfriend, would be to give you my accountant's business card and hand you the phone."

"Isn't Teddy your accountant?"

"Yes, he is."

"Then I already know his number."

"Good, then I don't see a problem."

"Brian, would you at least help me to get all the papers together and go with me when I see Ted? All the numbers and receipts, mean nothing to me."

"That's because you're an artist. Artists see only color, light and shade. You don't need to see the numbers unless you're painting by them."

"Hey! I haven't done a paint by numbers since I was five."

"Then I rest my case."

"Brian?"

"Yes..."

"After we see Ted, could I paint your numbers?"

"My numbers?"

"Uh huh...two luscious lips, one beautiful nine inch cock, ten sexy toes. You can sit for me as I paint you."

"That's a lot of numbers to paint. All that posing may be very taxing on my nerves."

"Perhaps, but think of the returns."

"What returns are those, Sunshine?"

"One hot ass bouncing on your nine inch cock."

"I like that return and I don't have to wait until April 15th."

"Nope, the early filer gets the returns."

"I think I like this boy, boy..."

"Boyfriend?"

"Yes, boyfriend thing."

"Many happy returns, Brian!"

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