His lack of thumbs really didn't lend itself to preparing tax returns, so I gave him other duties, like filing.
He also took a spin at answering phones. "No Ma'am, your dog is not a dependent."
And at the end of the day, Cheeto celebrated with a champagne toast. I had sparkling cider, so that I could be designated driver for Cheeto.
AK was tickled at seeing all the pictures of Cheeto throughout the day and the staff had a great time blaming all the things that went wrong on Cheeto, he made for a really nice scapegoat. The only hiccup with the day was when AK wanted to see Cheeto's paycheck... which made me wonder if this was really a moneymaking scheme on her part.
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I think it's been Cheeto giving me tax advice all these years, not you!
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I need a Cheeto right now... Maybe he joined your firm as an intern - in fact, if you play it that way Cheeto (or Cheeto's mom, AK) might actually owe you tuition money!
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