Forrest Bump - aka Tree Hugger - aka Geoffery

Geoff Hinkle AKA Forrest Bump

I am still recovering from a bad case of tree bark, and have not yet produced a bio. My Uncle, Bastitch, has been kind enough to generate the following:

I am currently still a student focusing my acedemic career on quantum physics and string theory and hope some day to use this knowledge to explain why seams unravel when you pull loose threads. I hope some day to graduate Sumo Cum Loudly from the Tokyo School Of Professional Wrestling.

Besides paintballing with the Ghostwalkers, I like to dig holes in the back yard and examine bird droppings with a microscope, as well as frying toy soldiers with a hot plate. Any seeds in the droppings I find get dried ground and smoked.

I am saving up my money to acquire my own marker, using Monkey Boys till then, since the slacker barely stops dancing naked with goldfish long enough to shoot.

Favorite Team Member To Shoot At = Monkey Boy. All day, every day, except Yom Kippur - because even Monkey Boy deserves one day a year off. Not Christmas, because the baby Jesus would want to see his butt bruised .

Fat Man at Bench: It was a bullet, wasn't it?

Forrest Gump: A bullet?

Fat Man at Bench: That jumped up and bit you.

Forrest Gump: Oh, yes sir. Bit me right in the buttocks. They said it was a million dollar wound, but the army must keep that money 'cause I still haven't seen a nickel of that million dollars.

There can be only one inquisition.

The Spanish, and the Scottish..

TWO inquisitions....