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I'm dead serious! My buddy that was driving through this way on to his first assignment stopped for the night and needed to get his U-haul fixed. The guy that showed up to fix it was none other than Bubba!
He complemented my car...and then said, "Hi, I'm Bubba." I didn't know what to say. Then I noticed that he had a tattoo on his arm...you know, the heart with a dagger through it. And "Bubba" on the scroll in front of it all. That tipped me off that he really was Bubba, but later, it was confirmed by the fact that his leather belt had "Bubba" stamped into it.
I'm still laughing that I actually met Bubba. The best part of the whole thing was when he replaced the U-haul's alternator, he commented, "The person that rebuilt this engine used the wrong bolt to hold the alternator on. I tried to fix it. It should work..." :eek: :lol: :lol:
I live on Bubba burgers. Those things are extreamly flamable. It's the quality meats that have all the flamable stuff leaking out of them when you cook them.
What is unusual about meeting Bubba :confused: :confused: Bubba is a common name. Believe that 1/3 of the local (not transplant) male population down here is named Bubba. It is a name of honor. A Good 'ol Boy :yesnod: :yesnod: