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Caused by depression by lack of grub, Bubba commits suicide...
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| Man. This sucks, Bubba hung himself because he was grubless, so now I'm stuck in Prison Complex B alone. Well, That I can deal with, but this funeral sucks! | |
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| We are gathered here today to join this coffin, with these worms, so they may verily get the grub upon themselves... | |
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| I mean, how many people, can say the words ~Get your grub on~, and still... well. I don't know, have the intellegence to breathe? | |
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| And then the Lord said to Moses... in grubbin' thou dost please the Lord your homie... | |
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| I wonder what Bubba would say if he was here now... | |
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| I'm a clown-ghost! Booo~~ | |
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