Want to know the true barbarity of tax state? Check out this old Excedrin ad in which Charles Nelson Reilly (!?!?) is reduced to a stammering heap of jelly during a tax audit for claiming that a fur coat he bought for "a m-m-model" is a "legitimate business expense." He "owns a dress line," fer chrissakes.
Everyone feels like a criminal on tax day!
Does Leviathan know no bounds? And does Excedrin really have four (count 'em) ingredients, including an anti-depressant?