I don’t do my own taxes because I’m a girl. Girls are good at stuff like giggling, not at numbers you silly goose. But for those of you who know how to operate a calculator, the approach of tax season is likely driving you to alcoholism. So it makes sense to hide your ethanol from your spouse somewhere that’ll be handy when those Turbo-Tax related panic attacks set in. That’s why some drunk fumbled this thing together. All that’s required are several 3-ring binders stolen from the work place, sharp scissors and glue. Just figure out how many binders fit in your shelf, cut both covers off all but two (Those two are the ends, so you should leave one of the covers on each – oh for Pete’s sake, just look at the fucking picture. I can’t hold your hand forever. Jesus!), glue the spines together on the sides and screw one side into the wall of the shelf. Last, but not least, let the downward spiral begin. See you in a ditch somewhere. Try not to pee yourself too much.
That’s a generally awesome idea for hiding booze, keepsakes (empty booze bottles), illicit goods, and other peoples car keys. I might have to adapt this for the office.
You should. I’m going to build one of these in my dad’s home office so that I can nip a sip if I ever need to make free copies on their copy machine. Let’s see if he misses all the tax records I gut and burn to do so.