Breast depression

I just found out that I am not getting back any tax money; instead I have to pay almost 5000 kr, ARGHHH! I usually get 20.000 kr back every year, but my accountant (=my husband) has really fucked up this time. He is so fired!

After last week’s bra shopping humiliation I had planned to use the expected tax-back money for breast reduction operation. When my husband heard this, his usual “My God how your breasts are hanging” suddenly changed to “My God how your breasts are just perfect”. Never trust a man. That I found out already when I was 10 years old, sitting on the big rock in the woods behind our house, waiting for Robert Hussein to come and get me away on his horse (I was very much into Angelique movies back then). Well, Robert Hussein never came, he never made me to Marquise des Anges; lesson learned, never trust a man.

My accountant will also learn a lesson. I will sue him for 27.000 kr for doing a bad job. This amount corresponds accidentally with the money he is getting back from the taxes.



(This is the reason I couldn’t become a model, my breasts were simply too big!)