The Buckets by Greg Cravens for November 23, 2016
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Transcript:
My mom says my room stinks. She wants me to spend all weekend cleaning it. My dad says my room stinks like dead bodies, so he's calling the cops on me if I can't fix it. My mom said my room is too far gone already and she's just gonna let it compost down for fertilizer, and less I can do something. Don't look at me. My room smells good. Good Lord. What are you hiding in there?
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