That Story Show is a clean comedy storytelling show with a pleasantly messy center. The basic shape is simple: listeners send in real-life stories, and James Kennison and John Steinklauber read them aloud. Then the show starts wandering. A story about Heelys becomes a complaint about putting wheels in shoes. A church sign turns into a broader rant about religious cheesiness. A store checkout moment becomes a whole miniature study in introversion, politeness, and not knowing what to do with strangers. The show is brisk, but it is not tightly polished. It likes interruptions. It likes side roads. It likes the moment when a throwaway detail becomes funnier than the story’s original point. That looseness is a major part of the appeal. James and John sound comfortable enough with each other to tease, disagree, recover, and keep moving without making a production out of it. The material is clean in the sense that it avoids going fully explicit, but it still has plenty of body-function jokes, mild gross-out moments, and blunt domestic absurdity. Episodes bring up Disney sky buckets, bad church signs, awkward shopping encounters, childhood stories, parenting exhaustion, dog trouble, public embarrassment, and the strange dignity of trying to live a normal life while everything gets slightly out of hand. The listener community is not just background decoration. Submissions, reviews, names, callbacks, and requests are part of how the show breathes. Even the closing recap songs feel like a running contract with the audience. They can be clumsy, specific, and gleefully unnecessary, which is exactly why they work. For listeners who want comedy that feels conversational rather than engineered, That Story Show offers a familiar rhythm: one story, three tangents, a complaint, a laugh, and a song that probably should not work but somehow does.