Grampa Joad's done been buried. He had a stroke. Nobody kilt him. He had a stroke and he died.
Gramma Joad's holdin' on. She made it to California.
I shore would't want to be crossin that desert in a jalopy like that'n.
Treadmill Theater: Trudging Through the Classics #7 - The Grapes of Wrath (part 1) - Blather, Rinse, Repeat
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