NYGA\B Audited, and Who Said Something About Our Financial Character

Many outlets have chummily discussed what has passed unceremoniously over here over the last few up and downers. It's called tax season, ape. Someone took a call, and the precious prodigy failed to discuss our tax exempt status. We've all got a toilet bowl filled with mumpy bloody lies, because we sit on the same one, get it? Even if you have D it's like a contract not to talk about it, right? Well put this through the CPU: many many people must answer for your omission. With receipts, and what else?

I neglect your name, piss pot. Everyone makes mistakes, and many of them land good folks with bad luck behind bars and mopping up boring messes.

I don't care how good you are at your fancy math show off sessions, you won't sleep neat for quite some time J.D. We'll all see you tomorrow at the Union Square hook up. Don't bother to bring your scooter, I have a feeling you'll be walking home.

Regrets,
Doctor Eight