A woman walked into the local IRS office and declared loudly:
“I came in to settle our coitus tax.”
The receptionist was a quite embarrassed, but said:
“I am sorry Madam, but we have no intercourse taxes that I know of.”
“So why did my husband tell me this morning to go and pay the fucking taxes?”

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