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Man I cannot believe that we have the IRS. I mean to me they are completely useless . I remember i was trying to get my tax transcript from them . So I had to call them. When I did i had to deal with the robo voice on there machine. It asked what language i wanted. Which is retarded because i'm in America I shouldn't have to press one for english it should be automatic . But that's for another rant, anyways i press 1 , then a voice comes up saying my wait time will be longer than 15 minutes , which makes me wonder what the fuck are they doing? eating, drinking, masterbateing,what? so i wait for 20 minutes then get a person, but then suddenly my call was drop, so I had to call again and wait almost three fucking hours to get a an actual human being on the other end. I ask them to fax the tax transcript to an address , but they tell me I have be right in front of the damn machine , which i wasn't cause i wasn't at the address at the time, so i lied said that theres several different machines and i couldn't keep track, thankfully they believed me and sent it to that address. Good lord our system sucks , i bet if i was late on my taxes they would be right on my case as quickly as possible .
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