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Lynch





Intro:
I got a little bored and a little creative, so I thought I would make this page. It's filled with facts about a modern day barbarian and tells you all about the man behind the iron.
About Him:
Well, shit. Where to start. I am a 6'1, 210 pound monster at Liberty. I am an offensive guard and a defensive linebacker, tackle, and end (#60) on the football team. You can't miss me if you ever watch me play. I'm the big guy killin everybody. I have dark green eyes, dark brown hair, sideburns and a goatee. I'm a skitzo, too. I hear these voices in my head, WHO YOU CALLIN A PSYCHO?!?!?, that tell me some funny stuff. Damn it I'm out of control. Well, the rest of this page will tell you some more about me.
What He Does:
I spend a greater amount of my time in the weight room, that's how I got so big. A lot of people think 210 pounds is fat, but I'm made of iron. So, I lift weights and I kick ass on the football field. I like to hurt those guys that are bigger than me, just because I can. I spend what other time I have with my friends. It's hard to tell what will happen when we all get together. We usually get drunk and sing. Here's a tip: never chug 20 beers and eat gummy worms. It's a real pisser. I'm a half decent singer, by the way. It's never a dull moment when I'm around. Football is really fun. We have a great group of seniors who like to joke around but know when it's time to be serious.
Acquaintances:
I have more friends than most. Lately I haven't really gone anywhere without old Mike Cox. He's a dumbshit. Corey tags along sometimes, too. Whenever Adam isn't gettin puss, he's around, sometimes. Those fuckers are basically my best friends. I'd like to take this time to tell Brandy Grimes that she is more than welcome for me to be there for her. I'd like to be there for her more. She's a good friend. It's been no problem helpin you out sweet thing! Somethin else I'd like to say, I'm gettin sick and tired of these girls treatin me like shit just because I'm a nice guy. I might be nice, but everybody loses his temper and by God I'm about to go off. Girls always try to tell me that I'm wrong about stuff when I know what I'm talkin about. If I'm wrong, I'll be the first to admit it. I get sick of girls wantin to go to prom or homecoming with me for other reasons than to just be with me. It pisses me off when girls only talk to me when they want somethin. It pisses me off when a girl gives me no damn reason to trust her and acts like she doesn't trust me and expects me to be the forgiving goody-goody. I'm gettin sick of all this immature high school shit. So girls, don't piss me off. If you mess with the bull you'll get the horns.
Finale:
Well, that's all she wrote. I hope this page helped you find out what you wanted to know about me. If you wanna know anything else, just ask me and I'll tell ya. Take 'er easy and remember my words.
Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste. I've been around for a long long year. Stolen many man's soul and faith. I was around when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain. Made damn sure Pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate. Pleased to meet you. Hope you guess my name. But what's puzzlin you is the nature of my game. I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change. I killed the Tzar and his ministers. Anastasia screamed in vain. I rode a tank, held a gen'rals rank when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank. I watched with glee as your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the Gods they made. I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedy's?" When after all, it was you and me. So let me please introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste. I lay traps for troubadors who get killed before they reach Bombay. Just as every cop is a criminal,and all sinners Saints. As heads is tails just call me Barbarian, cause I'm in need of some restraint. If you meet me have some courtesy. Have some sympathy and some taste. Use all your well learned politics or I'll lay your soul to waste. Pleased to meet you. Hope you guess my name. But what's puzzlin you is the nature of my game!
Sympathy for the Barbarian