Tax Humor Aficionado Mugs

'Sorry, you can't claim depreciation on your wife.'

External Revenue Service

One good thing about the salary, you won't be liable for income tax.

IRS, 'Oh, you needn't be unduly concerned, sir -- this year, we're auditing everybody with silly mustaches.'

'One advantage of having so many dependents is that I don't have to worry about income taxes.'

IRS AUDIT DEPARTMENT, 'It's a bet -- if I don't take the next one down, I owe you a hundred bucks.'

IRS: 'OK, I'm an athlete who didn't pay enough taxes! That doesn't give you the right to taunt me!'

Tax Inspector.

'There he goes, the stranger who audited Black Bart.'

'Then - badabing! - it hit me: IRS National HQ - the Feds are never going to find us!'

'This may hurt a little.'

"You really clean up on these mileage deductions, don't you."

'Hey -- No fair peeking!'

Yes, they are all dependants."

"Other folks have to pay taxes, too, Mr. Herndon, so would you please spare us the dramatics!"

"Rapunzel,Rapunzel.Throw down your accounts for the last fiscal year!"

"Well, I'm sorry. The 3 wishes I'm granting can't exceed the annual exclusion of $14,000."

'How about a windfall tax on baked beans?'

"I just asked to see his tax returns. It was supposed to be funny."

"You can't be serious about all these travel expenses in December!"

'Syllogisms won't do you any good here, Mr Aristotle.'

'I've figured out a way to lower your income tax...give you less income.'

'Tax inspector: In. Out. Suicide notes.'

'Even if we did skin you last year, you may not deduct your dermatologist bill this year.'

"On my taxes, I claimed my inner child as a dependent."

IRS, 'You filed your tax return two days late -- Why do you hate America?'

'Ah, I see you made £2,000 more for me this year.'

Ever sensitive about its image, the IRS tries a more service-oriented approach.

'He's testing my Hippocratic Oath. He wors for the IRS.'

'Sometimes I think it would be more merciful just to enslave them.'

"Actually we're one of the few businesses that enjoy VAT visits."

'Oh...the IRS called. Something about an audit. I told them we weren't interested.'

Earl was obviously distressed, as he recounted under hypnosis how aliens had abducted him, and had their tax inspectors thoroughly examine his books.

'It only made sense for us to finally merge.'

"Here's a new bill to pay...intellectual property tax!"