For the longest time, I've had this idea that I wanted to write a play about roommates fighting over something and making several attempts to jump, leap, or crash on their junk-covered couch, all the time complaining about the slob who lives with them and who always leaves the place a perpetual mess. They never get to sit on the couch or set it afire, covered in junk as it is. which is a good thing, since the slob is asleep under the rubble the whole time. This is the closest I've ever gotten to writing it down.
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