you got served
Incubus got the envelope!!! The one from the IRS that is. The one that says “you’re being audited.” Break out the cymbals, this is the beginning of the end!
Of course in his mind (you know…the one floating over cloud 9) he is not the one being audited. The company is. Riiiiight, because that is the company’s social security number on the notice.
Anyway, the IRS guy has been having a grand time pawing through Incubus’ financials. At some point he asked for the backup for a “business” trip to Australia (incidentally, when and where Incubus proposed to Succubus) which appeared to be a bit on the astro-fucking-nomical side of costly. Oddly enough, the company doesn’t have any investors, clients, prospects, or even a remote possibility of doing business on the Aussie side of the world. Notwithstanding that minute pesky fact, Incubus expensed the entire two week trip to the company.
Best Friend Forever: Hmmm Beatrix, could you please pull up your boss’ backup for this trip here?
Beatrix Kiddo: Yes, he asked me to give you these 2 envelopes (Incubus actually put the whole thing together, I’m starting to think he has potential). One contains all the receipts and the other one has a copy of his schedule for the entire trip including his business meetings
Much later…
BFF: Hmmm, can I ask you a question? Well these documents seem to indicate that he went there with his wife? Is she a partner in the company?
Booyah!
So Idiot in Command actually forgot to scrub off the calendar for entries like “Lunch with Babelicious in Melbourne” and “Massage for two at the Ritz” and, mind you, they were not even married back then, so this is a double whammy with whipped cream on top.
I realize not everyone can be a Smart Sexy Robot from the Future like me but this is a bit much. Dude just handed his ass on a platter to the feds.
