Topic: LEPERS THE FOURTEENTH - part 20 | |
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i hate my job
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Going to do anything fun?
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i hate my job Why you get to play and go to work ALL LOOPY |
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He deals with idiots that make us look smart!
(((((Monica)))) |
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fun this weekend.?..well i hope so...me and steve are going to my grandparents for easter and the rest we are still planning...lol i know were running outta time to plan
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im really getting close to walking out of here tonight
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calm down hun....maybe you need to call someone in to work for you..i mean you was in the er most of the day
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Whats up Steve?
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oh no,, jo already said i was going to lay out today cause my poor wittle head was hurting
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ohhhh....im sorry..
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om my gawd its a sin for me to be hurt or sick, then im the laziest son of a boetch shes ever had work for her, no matter if i work more hours than anyone else
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Dang sorry partner. I must admit, I don't have much respect for your boss.
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neither do i, in a trade off for not getting a raise after being here for 2 years, i actually get paid my overtime,, aint that sweet of her
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yeah pat...shes a mess at times...hard to handle and moody
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Can you try out for like an emergency call center? You have plenty of experience!
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im waiting on my old manager to tell me if i can go back to work for them, im sick of this fukking job
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Sorry man. Wished I could help.
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Drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a tuesday night,
Just to check out the late-night record shop. Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane, But when Im surrounded I just cant stop. Its a matter of instinct, its a matter of conditioning, Its a matter of fact. You can call me pavlovs dog. Ring a bell and Ill salivate. howd you like that? Dr. lendy tell me youre not just a pedagogue, Cause right now im Chorus Lying in bed just like brian wilson did Well Im lying in bed just like brian wilson did. So Im lying here, just starting at the ceiling tiles. And Im thinking about what to think about. Just listening and relistening to smiley smile, And Im wondering if this is some kind of create drought Because I am Chorus And if you want to find me Ill be out in the sandbox, Wondering where the hell all the love has gone. Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun, And singing fun, fun, fun. Chorus I had a dream that I was three hundred pounds And though I was very heavy, I floated til I couldnt see the ground I floated til I couldnt see the ground Somebody help me, I couldnt see the ground Somebody help me, I couldnt see the ground Somebody help me because im Chorus Drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a tuesday night. Just to check out the late-night record shop. Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane; But when Im surrounded I just cant stop. |
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Still paying attention
I swear |
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hi all im here and im out for the night
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