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"At the funeral"

"'cause I aint around no more,"

"to d*cks that split up ..."

"Raw and sh*t ..."

"And ma boys all gets faded ..."

"pleasin' that skunk sh*t and f***."

Toni V.

You know it's funny

I spend a lot of time

trying to not have to deal,

to not really commit.

I am a substitute teacher.

There's no real

responsibility to teach.

The responsibility is

to maintain order,

make sure nobody kills

anybody in your classroom,

and then they get

to the next period.

"She used to be a sweet girl"

"She never seemed

disatisfied with her life."

"And why should she have been?"

"Her mother and I gave her

everything she needed ... "

"So why did she

become so angry?"

"So miserable and mean

all of a sudden"

"We don't know."

"Frankly, it doesn't reflect on us."

"We were good parents"

"But still, she repaid us

for all we've done"

"by killing herself"

"Stupid selfish Child"

"Now she'll never

get into Princeton"

No name.

"Hi Lupe, Dean Vargas again"

"I can't do it anymore"

" I ...um I quit! "

Oh, if it isn't

the lovely Dr. Parker.

Would you like a happy

help you through the day?

They're yummy.

I need you to fill in for Dean

Vargas in the second period.

I'm worried about you, Charlie.

I just, er... maybe love

watchin' you leave the room.

Mr. Seaboldt. He maintained

a sense of humor.

I think the sense of humor

is key. I don't posses it.

I mean, I do ...

in a tragic sort of way.

Whatcha doin' here, Mr. Sea?

Uhm, filling in for

Dean Vargas.

Vargas is a b*tch.

Talk sh*t, you get

slaped like a b*tch.

You're not gonna get me

no detention neither.

I'm gonna un-f*** your sh*t

uptight, you motherf***er!

Un-sh*t... No, un-f***

your sh*t uptight, motherf***er.

Wow! That is,

I mean, really poetic.

I mean, that's truly...

What, lyrical.

You should take that

on the stage.

I mean that sh*t sells itself.

Umm, hey who could talk

some of my thought says

I am going to un-f*** your

sh*t uptight, motherf***er.

I'll tell you what I will do, laddy.

I'll un-f*** your sh*t uptight.

And un-f*** it right uptight

up your ass, you motherf***er.

I'm going to un-f*** your sh*t

uptight, you motherf***er!

I'll tell what, um...

Why don't you have a seat,

OK? And then I'll...

I'll back shortly and we'll

discuss your bright future.

Okay, my man?

I mean, my motherf***er.

Okay, Mae West?

Ellen, can I see your nipples?

What? No!

Wrong.

See I... Actually I can.

See, that's the whole point,

you have to wear bra to school.

Look Mr. Seaboldt,

I'm just being me.

I don't tell you how to dress,

so you don't tell me.

Capiche?

Ellen, do you know

what that is?

It's a beautiful picture

of a sunset in Hawaii.

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