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Well here's the basic rundown on how I got my name. My wonderfull sister Molly bought me a gas station shirt with a patch that said "Bubba." Of course after first reciving the shirt, I wore it about every other day, as I do with most of my shirts. The name actually didn't catch on until I moved to Malaysia. When I first moved there nobody knew my name so they called me Bubba because that was on the shirt. The name just stuck after that and the rest is just history. Now you know the story and I bet that you feel a lot smarter.