[thetribe]

Once I went to have my taxes done. The man had "plastic glasses" and worked for this "government organization." We were "alone together" in his office for hours. He tried to use his "personal computer" to do my taxes and get my "tax return" until his computer let out a "silent scream" which would hurt the "living dead's" ears. So he tried to give me an "exact estimate" of how much money that I would get back. He wanted to charge me alot to do my taxes so he could get some new "alligator skin" boots, I am "almost certain." His "balding hair" was a "bright shade" of gray and he made me feel uncomfortable. I left as soon as I could and went back to East Ridge. There I was supposed to get a "good education" but all that "cafeteria food" didn't work.