My mate Ian received a letter yesterday ordering him to attend the Inland Revenue tax office next Thursday for an interview about his previous year’s earnings. Unsure of what to wear, he asked our other mate Stuart. Stuart told him to look very smart, wear a suit and a good pair of shoes to show them that he’s an honest man.
Later on in the pub, Ian met another mate of ours, Chris. Ian tells Chris about his impending interview and that he’s off to buy a good pair of shoes. But Chris disagrees, telling Stuart he should wear old clothes and look very poor, so the taxman will feel sorry for him. By this time Stuart is very confused, so on the way home calls in at his cousin’s house for advice. His cousin Mike is a wealthy businessman.
“Well, my advice to you is the same as I gave my daughter, Marlene, when she asked me what she should wear on her wedding night. A long bri-nylon nightie or a short skimpy babydoll nightie, it doesn’t matter what you wear. Either way you’re going to get fucked!”