Well one thing about working in an RO, ever since then my tax filings have been impeccable. Its amazing what seeing fully grown men cry like babies as they are led off in handcuffs will do for your attitude. We used to joke about what it would be like being married to one of those gals. "Have a nice day at the office dear?" "No it was slow today, I only got to ruin three people's lives - I felt sorry for one of them, but I sold his children into slavery anyway, to make my nut for the month." The place really was a trip. They all gathered for coffee in the morning, had a few laughs, and then would storm out of the breakroom with clenched teeth, go into these little glass room, and start screaming at people who then started to cry. Ever since then, I pay my taxes to the penny. rs899 sounds like he was one of the field guys, who drive around all day seizing property. I bet that was a fun job in Liberty City.



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