Don't Tax My Brains!

[Guest guest]

An entrepreneur lay on his death bed and requested that his remeains be

cremated. His friends agreed and asked what was to be done with the ashes.

"Put the ashes in an envelope," said the dying man, "mail them to the tax

department and tell them that now they have everything."

 

 

 

Tax Inspector: You should pay your tax with a smile.

Blonde: I have tried several times, but everytime, you insist on

cash.

 

 

 

A tax payer sent a short note to the tax department, saying that 12 years

ago he had cheated on his income tax and he had not been able to sleep since

then. He enclosed Rs. 100/- and then added: "if I'm still unable to sleep, I

will send the balance."