The Buckets by Greg Cravens for November 14, 2005
November 12, 2005
November 15, 2005
Transcript:
"I can't think of anything to write a song about." "Write about what a teenage wasteland your generation suffers, and how adults don't know what they're talking about." "Oh. Sarcasm. Thanks, Dad." "Things they do look awful cold, hope I die before I get old."
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