*Doing the "I got some money" dance*
And you know what that means?? The IRS isn't going to kill my parents, rape my sister, burn my village to the ground and eat my soul when it comes time to pay taxes...or something like that. It also means that I can fly home to South Carolina this Spring Break. Don't worry, Grandpa! I'll rescue you from that gold digging, old bitch that you married after Grandma passed!