Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for May 21, 2012
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Transcript:
Satchel: Can I read you the poem I wrote? Bucky: Yeah, go for it. Satchel: It's called "outside," thing in the grate... Ate it. Hydrant in the shade... Sprayed it. Cat behind the vase... Chase it. Rob: Hey, that's pretty good writing, Satch! Satchel: Hold on, one more verse: somebody's leg at the dump... Rob: Ok, well, know when to stop writing.
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