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| 11pm...another night without Bubba the Third. Think I'll hit the hay. | |
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| *KNOCK KNOCK* Psst...hey...it's Bubba. Let me in. | |
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| *ZZZZZZZZZZ* Znarf-slork. Unga? 'Kay...hold on. | |
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| Sorry, dude. My "big brother" had a couple of girls in his room and kicked me out. I didn't have time to get my keys or nothin'. | |
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| Don't worry. Now I can get a jumpstart on my 5am shift at the restaurant. | |
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