Actually, the story is equivalent to saying: I can’t give you my homework because an imaginary dog ate one corner of one of several different copies shoved under couches and on coffee tables all over the neighborhood. [Oh, and there’s also the copy that the spy-guy took a picture of through the window.]
my dog ate my computer?
my dog ate your computer?
my dog ate my backup?
my dog ate the POP server?
Truth is my dog ate your brain if you believe this BS story from the IRS