Bubba was spending Halloween night at his favorite watering hole. As midnight was approaching he figured it was time to head back to the house. There was a short cut through the grave yard that would save him some time so he staggered of through the headstones. It was dark and spooky. His blurred vision was playng tricks on him as walked faster and faster. A chill went down his back as he heard a voice from among the graves. " I'm cold! I'm cold" the voice said. Bubba was about to run for it, but his curiosity got the best of him and he stumbled on towards the voice. What he did not know was that Cooter had been a drinkin' that nigh as well, and took the same short cut through the grave yard. Being a little beer soaked, he had fallen into a fresh grave that was dug that day for a funeral tomorrow. He was just laying there to drunk to climb out. Bubba made it to the edge of the grave and looked down, not knowing what he would find. "I'm colddddd" the voice said from the open grave. Bubba just gazed glassy-eyed at him and said, "No wonder you cold, you done kicked off all your dirt!" Booo, DC
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A redneck ghost story....
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