Page 1, No one better tahn you...to screw you.

Professionalism

Son, you son of a gun, now that is done

who told you

that you can't be a doctor, a rooter-rotor

protractor?

Son, you can even be nun

sorry bastards

they can hide, but they can't rum

My attorney, my son

so much for this world, hold the

yolk, at bayshore

Son, my professor, confessor

I'm your dad, your

compressor...I'm happy with your

carreer

like father, like son, be like me

a frolic, work-aholic, never leaves

behind  his bottle

a professional alcoholic.

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