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Wish I Could Say This


Excuse me, ma’am, I don’t mean to be rude.

But could you stop talking, you’re killing my mood.

Seriously no one cares about your jury duty.

Oh my goodness, just shut up.

I’d rather be finding the square root of an imaginary number than listening to you talk about your pup.

Shouldn’t we be doing work?

Then again, either way none of this is gonna help me with life.

How is any of this gonna teach me to pay bills, support my wife?

You get paid to do nothing.

I mean, watching movies is cool but, I don’t want to be a loser

I actually want to learn, not see Thomas Jefferson being a boozer.

Wait, is that School House Rock?

Keep that on! I’m okay.

I’ll be quite now, just walk away.

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