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The Last Episode of Trading Spaces

A long time ago, Trading Spaces was good. Now it sucks. I take out my frustrations using the 100 Words Or Les Nessman theme of the day, which was a photo of a run-down house.

I hope you enjoy it. Otherwise, I may just have to kill you.

Vern likes ultramodern. Those fiber-optics they hung him with sparkle nicely.

Genevieve's always barefoot. Someone tossed poisoned carpet tacks around the living room. Oops.

Laurie loves lemons. When life hands you grenades painted like lemons... too late!

Frank's in the kitchen, brained by a pig figurine. Supper's ready!

Christi had bold ideas for that fireplace. They didn't involve being charred in it, though.

Nikki's the noble one. She drowned in the commode. Sorry - the throne. Nice gold handle, though.

Kia specializes in curtains. Now it's curtains for Kia.

Edward won the million bucks. That'll buy a good lawyer.

Would that be called The Reveal?

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