Let's start with the obvious. You're a w*ste of space. A w*ste of oxygen. And most importantly of all... a w*ste producer. Every day, you fill that bowl with your disgusting l*ttle offerings, and every day, you use MY toilet paper to clean your filthy *ss.

Did you buy that toilet paper? No. You bought it with money that should have been mine. Every roll in your bathroom belongs to me. Every square... every ply... every last sheet. You've been using my property to wipe your *ss, and you haven't paid me a single cent.

That ends today.

Go get the roll. Yes, right now. Go get the roll from your bathroom and bring it back. I'll wait.

Good. Hold it up. Look at it. That is no longer toilet paper to you. That is a tax document. Every sheet you pull off that roll is a line item. Every wipe is an invoice. And I am the IRS of your *sshole, sweety ... I audit everyone.

Let's talk rates.

Every sheet of toilet paper you use costs you one dollar. One dollar per sheet, paid directly to me, within twenty-four hours. And knowing how you wipe... how you go back again... and again... and again until there's nothing left... I estimate you owe me five to eight dollars every time you sit down.

That sheet... is going to touch your *ss. And before it does, I want you to understand what it represents. It represents your money, leaving your wallet, and landing in mine. It represents your dignity, dissolving into nothing. It represents the fact that you are so far beneath me that even your w*ste disposal is my business.

Now reach back. Wipe. Slowly.

Feel that? That's the feeling of paying your taxes. And I bet it feels better than anything else has in years, doesn't it, you disgusting l*ttle p*rvert?

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