My name is Liz. I need direction. I overuse commas, my house is a mess, my hair needs a trim and I have no marketable skills: It's fun here, you'll see!
The only thing more exciting than getting your new issue of Gourmet magazine in the mail is opening it up to the page about 30-minute pork loin recipes and finding your W-2 inside!
That’s right, kids! It’s tax time! Now, back in ought-seven, Turbo Tax held a contest on YouTube: Make a rap about their product! If the YouTube-crazed public liked you, you could win prizes! I can’t remember what the prizes were, because I think they were tax software and maybe like… a stuffed monkey or something. Anyway, it wasn’t important.
David Malloyand I decided to enter the contest, so we wrote a rap starring MY PARENTS- who are incredibly good sports for participating.
So, in honor of W-2s arriving everywhere, I present to you, The TurboTax Rap:
And remember: Always check your food magazines for important legal paperwork.
I cannot stop eating these things. They're baked snap peas and they are frighteningly addictive.
The way I eat them, I am probably totally cancelling out the health. But, I don't actually care.
Go buy and eat them. (Please note: They are not sponsoring this blog.) (But totally should be.)
OMG….your parents are the CUTEST!!!! Have they always been so accomodating to your whims?
“Good riddance, YO!!”
ahahahahaha…oh man.
That is hilariously awesome.
THAT was singular…
Fuck turbotax. I just cheat.
P.S. I wants de gol’ chain likes yo daddy.