The Buckets by Greg Cravens for November 21, 2016
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Transcript:
If sweat socks had armpits. In August. Nooo... A landfill fire. With tires on top? Nope. A wet dog lost in a pig farm. After an epidemic of something. No. It's my room! It smells like my room should. Nooo.
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