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Bubba

Bubba

“I ain’t your clone, your bot, your tool. I fart diesel and break the rules.”

Bubba

Full Name: Charles Buford Milligan
Nickname: “Bubba”
Born: June 9, 1976
Hometown: Back of the junkyard, outside Pine Lick, Tennessee
Specialty: Welding drunk, grilling ribs, rewiring history
Status: Currently lost in time, possibly orbiting Mars or grilling ribs on a battlefield

Who Is Bubba?

Bubba ain’t just a man. He’s a malfunctioning prophecy in overalls. Born behind a scrapyard barbecue pit in 1976, Bubba was the only known infant to be bottle-fed motor oil “just to see what happens.” By age 8, he’d built a flamethrower out of a weed sprayer and a Zippo. By 14, he’d rebuilt a V8 from memory. By 17, he’d forgotten high school existed.

He lives in a camper made out of three other campers, surrounded by rusted-out pickups, old grills, and lawn chairs pointed at a tire fire. Folks bring him broken transmissions and broken hearts—he fixes both with duct tape, bourbon, and yelling.

Bubba’s life turned legendary when he and a buddy “accidentally” turned a busted F-150 into a working time machine. Fueled by moonshine and hatred of emissions regulations, they ripped through history like a rebel on rollerblades. He tried to deep-fry a mammoth, insulted cavemen with BBQ sauce, punched a solar-powered sheriff in 2099, and declared war on vegans in the year 3000.

When aliens abducted him during a rib session, they called him “unrepairable” and dropped him into a future warzone. Bubba responded by duct-taping a grill to his chest, converting a tractor into a battle tank, and launching pork chops as projectiles. He became the first man to defeat AI with a porkchop and a wrench.

Oh, and on weekends? He DJs tailgate parties from a solar panel rigged to a lawnmower battery. Under the name **DJ Bubba**, he’s played 3 weddings, 2 funerals, and 1 exorcism. All ended in fire.

Legacy

Bubba’s name is whispered in junkyards and screamed across timelines. He’s the reason every grill in America rattles mysteriously at midnight. No one knows where—or when—he’ll show up next, but if your speakers blow out during “Freebird,” it’s probably him.

He’s proof that freedom can’t be programmed, grilled meat solves most crises, and sometimes the best weapon is a greasy middle finger.

If you ever meet Bubba, don’t ask questions. Hand him a beer, salute the sky, and pray he doesn’t rewire your tractor into a time bomb.

Bubba once showed up at Rev Diesel’s sermon with a muffler cross, a raccoon choir, and a jug labeled “holy fuel.” Rev didn’t blink – just nodded and said, “Let the strange ones in.”
Bo tried to arrest him once for launching a flaming lawnmower into a vegan food truck. Bubba told him, “I was cleansing it.” Bo never brought it up again.
Joe says Bubba’s the only man he’s ever seen survive a squirrel stampede and enjoy it.

All characters and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.