I dig 'im.

What can be said about Bryce that hasn't already appeared in the tabloids and popular press? A man of many parts, most of which remain attached on a consistant basis. Expert raconteur, afficionado of the absurd, and the only man I know who can convincingly lose a fight with a hat (mind you, the hat cheated).

I miss those halcyon days of sitting in the middle of the street with Bryce and company, looking about as people walk past the tattered carpet upon which we sat, lamenting that the ale house just hasn't been the same since the fire.

This man is a freakin' genius. You should hire him and give him large bags of cash. Nevermind what *for*, just give him the cash. Frequently. You'll see a return on your investment.

I think Bryce has a mojo that is undeniable. That mojo hat says "I got on chaps with clip on nipple rings and a bunny hat...who wants a piece of this"

A mojo that cannot be denied.

I was down in the duldrums,
the dumps,had lost hope.
Bryce, not even knowing, not even hearing...
just sensing the imballance in the world...
and picked me right on up and dusted me off.
you sir, have your ass covered --
should the enemy ever happen to strike.

I love Bryce because he let me and 5 other girls chase him around and call him daddy. He let us beat him up and ride his back like he was a pony. That's love.

Bryce will do anything.

No, seriously. He'll do anything.

I've seen it. He has no shame. None at all. He goes the extra kilometer. He pushes the bondagery. He bitch slaps the mundane and throttles the rubber chicken in the name of funny.

The day will come when the French will build theatres in his name, and he will remember none of us. And then, when the truth comes out about what he does in the dark and secret basement of his home on the Riveria, he will come crying to us, and we will embrace him, because he made us laugh once.

Ahhhh Bryce, I have known you over the span of many years so I could write a novella testimonial. Suffice it to say I think you are a brilliant prankster & committed comedian (or si it the other way around?) and this world is a pleasantly altered place with you in it. A big fat kiss on your rosey cheek. Yar!

Ah what can truly be said of Bryce... ? I have memories of him fisting my skunk pelt, of him yelling so loudly that he spit apon my cleavage, and the deep conversations about how to cook young children in an open fire... Ah those were the days..

My therapist says thank you for keeping her in business!

What a great guy!

Next to my friend Mo, Bryce has the most enormous cock I've ever seen in the civilized world. Bull elephants run and hide when this man gets horny, which, lucky for us, is not very often.

If Mo and Bryce ever made a porn film, it would be like Lexington Steele vs. Ron Jeremy in and extreme fuck fest! For now, we'll just have to settle for the occasional "Cock Talk with Mo and Bryce", the next reality TV show (and I don't mean TransVestite)!

Bryce is one of the funniest and strangest men I know. It is a grand things that those two words seem to fit together so well. I have observed him improvising on the stage and he runs circles of wit around every other actor around... including me. It is my sincere hope that Bryce and I will be able to work together again someday.

This fool is marginally tolerable for an American. Doom finds him less pompous than the hated Richards.

When Doom's unstoppable plan for Global dominance is complete, this actor's may be preseved for Doom's private amusement when Doom feels the need for dick jokes.

Bryce is my God. I want to paint him gold, drape him in roses, light candles at his feet and pray to him, but he's got other shit to do that's more important I guess. Every day I crouch in the closet and poke myself with scissors as a punishment for not being Bryce. But I'm trying to be. I'm trying.