... YOUR birthday will need to be eliminated. Haven't seen you do anything useful with this DELL thing either. Trade it for waffle ingredients. And I mean scratch, don't get any ideas about a box mix!
"Now I made a budget spreadsheet. Hm, seems I might have promptly chewed up the budget spreadsheet. No matter, I remember. You were to cut out ice cream, cookies and movies. Swap those accounts to more greens, more hay, more luxury cardboard houses."
"And TUSCANY?! You can forget about holidays, hoomin! You're going to be tightening your belt from now on!
It's all there in black and white, on the spreadsheet. Oh, well it was, before I ate it.
But anyway, the spreadsheet revealed that the treats allocation was way too small, and no allowance had been made for the account with "Carrotinis-2-U 24x7 Ltd."!
And I've been kinda wanting a new condo - a nice two-level one; and a Cottontail Cottage; and a rabbit maze like Cinnamon has, and from which she eats her pancakes... And a moat! I want a moat around the Cottontail Cottage...."
Forensic accountant Racer sets his glasses down carefully, closes his eyes and massages his temples before beginning. "Well, I don't believe I've ever seen finances as badly mismanaged as these. Your ROI is in the litter box, your capital expenditures are totally chewed up, and....well....the only way out of this mess is to sell yourself as an indentured servant. That's if anybun will take you."
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... YOUR birthday will need to be eliminated. Haven't seen you do anything useful with this DELL thing either. Trade it for waffle ingredients. And I mean scratch, don't get any ideas about a box mix!
"Now I made a budget spreadsheet. Hm, seems I might have promptly chewed up the budget spreadsheet. No matter, I remember. You were to cut out ice cream, cookies and movies. Swap those accounts to more greens, more hay, more luxury cardboard houses."
Oh hi, Racer! Imagine seeing you here!
As many of you know, Intrepid little Racer will shine his light of hope on whatever needs exposing!
BL is (better be) at work rectifying the Treat issue as we write.
Ya know if you sold this Dell thing you "play" on maybe we can have more treats! you should look into that.
"And TUSCANY?! You can forget about holidays, hoomin! You're going to be tightening your belt from now on!
It's all there in black and white, on the spreadsheet. Oh, well it was, before I ate it.
But anyway, the spreadsheet revealed that the treats allocation was way too small, and no allowance had been made for the account with "Carrotinis-2-U 24x7 Ltd."!
And I've been kinda wanting a new condo - a nice two-level one; and a Cottontail Cottage; and a rabbit maze like Cinnamon has, and from which she eats her pancakes... And a moat! I want a moat around the Cottontail Cottage...."
Nope! No sir! No hoomin holidays this year!
Aren't you glad that (at this point) Racer doesn't head up the IRS?
Forensic accountant Racer sets his glasses down carefully, closes his eyes and massages his temples before beginning. "Well, I don't believe I've ever seen finances as badly mismanaged as these. Your ROI is in the litter box, your capital expenditures are totally chewed up, and....well....the only way out of this mess is to sell yourself as an indentured servant. That's if anybun will take you."
It's RACER, the "Accountabun" with your annual report. And, from his initial disclaimer, not lookin' good.
RACER!!! How we love you! In all your bunnitude!
Racer says, "I didn't get my BA degree in accounting for nothing!"
Could BA stand for Bunny Aquisition?
Racer shines the light on shady finance!
Racer! Your budget disapproval is well-noted. Definitely must increase bun treat expenditures while decreasing some of those for the humans.
If that mighty look of disapproval were focused through those lenses we would all be incinerated!
Oh Racer, I'm so excited to see you here!
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