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Lynched (Other) by Bachus
-- Bring the rope Bob? - Yep. -- Gasoline? - Yep. -- Horse? - Got her. -- Shovel? - Indeedee. -- Hmmm. Good, how about the gun? - Yeppers. Earl spits a yack of chaw over his shoulder Then wipes the brown dribble from his chin. -- Bob? - Yes Earl? -- Where's the nigger? Bob spins around with shock and scratches his ear. Takes off his hat and ponders a while. - He must of popped out the back of the cart when I hit them there ruts a half a mile yonder? -- Bob? - Yeah Earl? -- Go get EM! Bob hauls bowlegged ass down the dirt road in a panic. Earl spins around and begins to donn his sheets & mask. The KKK is an equal opportunity employer with benefits.

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