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Saturday, August 9, 2014

One word: Mustache.

Bryce laughs in the face of gravity.

Bryce doesn't even have to use his feet when rock climbing. Sometimes he does just so the rocks don't feel bad.

Who doesn't love a man in uniform?

Friday, August 8, 2014

Bryce is never wrong.

The horse was going the wrong direction.

Using only a black king, Bryce defeated the world champion grand-master in chess.

The World's Greatest

"My toughest fight was with Bryce Fairbourn."

-Muhammad Ali

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BRYCE FAIRBOURN

He lives vicariously... through himself.
His legend precedes him the way lighting precedes thunder.
His charm is so contagious they are trying to creative vaccines for it.
He never says anything tastes like chicken... not even chicken.
Even his enemies list him as their emergency contact.
His personality is so magnetic, he is unable to carry credit cards.
He owns 4 sports cars and rents 5.
His hands feel like rich, brown suede.
He once punched a magician. That's right, you heard me.
He can speak Russian... in French.
His sweat smells like cologne.
Police often question him... just because they find him interesting.
If he were to punch you in the face, you'd have to fight off the urge to thank him.
He is the life of parties he has never attended.