You can put on? you look like a...a pig walking in the street! your hands,
Your face-filthy! you disgust me! I can't believe you live in this house!
You repulse me. I want to throw up! (phone rings) goddamn kids!
Right! Slam the door again on me! You know, you're just like your
Yeah, I'm callin' 'em now...hello? hello? pick up the phone! where
The fuck are you? what's the matter, you just decided not to come to work
Today? what the fuck is wrong with you? ya fuckin' lowlife! hey, you know
What? don't even bother coming in anymore. I've had enough with you and
Your shit. that's it, you're fired. you understand me? fired. don't come
Back here, fuck you, and goodbye.
Hello, this is Mrs. Glicker. I'm calling to reach you about,
To let you know, that, uh, you, you're not graduating this year because
You are failing two subjects and I need to see you as soon as possible. be
In my office on Monday at 8:30 a.m., promptly, and we'll discuss this
Matter further. thank you. bye.
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"Thursday" as written by Joey Zampella Alan Robert
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