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I was in awe and amazed that my grandpa had beaten the devil in a fiddle contest, but then I saw the gold start to chip off the damn thing as it played in the air. It was just spray paint. This was just like, a regular old fiddle. FUCK AND AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! |
I was in awe and amazed that my grandpa had beaten the devil in a fiddle contest, but then I saw the gold start to chip off the damn thing as it played in the air. It was just spray paint. This was just like, a regular old fiddle. FUCK AND AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! |
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The blood drained out of my face. I turned super white. I looked at Grandpa Jonathan and said: "If you didn't actually win the Golden fiddle, where is your |
The blood drained out of my face. I turned super white. I looked at Grandpa Jonathan and said: "If you didn't actually win the Golden fiddle, where is your soul... are... are... you the DEVIL????!!!" |
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My Grandpa was like " |
My Grandpa was like "Shit... I sold the actual golden fiddle for groceries and meth in the late 90's when the peach farm went under. I just really like the story I guess." |
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I was like "oh. OK" |
I was like "oh. OK" |
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