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This post pays homage to our dear friend, Jason “Jub” Harter. Jub-thing, you make our hearts sing.

Who is this guy? Let me give you a little background on Jubilicious.

Jub was found frozen in a block of ice somewhere in the antarctic and later shipped out to Texas to thaw out. He was taken in, fed, educated, and integrated into the community of Mesquite where it was assumed that he’d fit right in…and fit in he did. Not all cavemen can boast a resume that includes stints as a DJ at a roller-skating rink, cocktail waiter at LaBare, and a door-to-door encyclopedia salesman. Or was that kitchen knives, Jub? I forgot, but you get the picture.

All kidding aside, Jub is a great guy who is loved by many. He makes a Hyundai Scoupe look cool, he’s hilariously funny, great athlete, and can make the meanest pterodactyl chili this side of the Pannotia. We all love to give him a hard time f, but Jub is always willing to take it in stride. (Hell, where he comes from running at full stride is nothing more than a way to track & kill your dinner anyway. You should see him in his Rocket Dog shoes, too.) He loves “Interstate Love Song” by The Stone Temple Pilots and beating women into submission. He loves the Dallas Cowboys and generic business talk. And he loves a nice, hot brontosaurus burger on a cool winter afternoon.

Thanks for being our friend, Jub, we love you.