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GOOMBA'S STORY
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Yeas ago I yoosta live in da Bronx. I wuz a nice kid but a little crazy in da hed. I think it was da water dat made me dat way.
One day wen I was about elevin I fell down a flight of stairs and it changed my life. I became a raving lunatic. I then became the
GOOMBA.
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There was nothing the GOOM couldn't do. My only problem was that no one knew what I was talking about. So I decided to move to Tampa and become a redneck. Now I can do all the things I like without looking strange. I can even put barbEque sauce on my pizza without people starring at me. No one complains when I talk to the dead chickens in the supermarket. Every day I wake up and say "what a country"
It's a good life herE for an old Bronx boy ,but deep down I'm still da Goomba.
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