People Search for Your Life!

Found Her!

Dawg, listen. I was down at the park, for rizzle, and I met this fly gal who was all in my face, yo. She asked if she could check my criminal background. I was like, hell no, dawg! I mean, you wanna find people, that's one thing. But you wanna check up on me? Hell no! Sorry, guess it wasn't meant to be.

Hot Summer Days

Dawg, I love lolcats.  For rizzle. I don't like the spin-offs, but I dig this rant to lolmanuscripts. It's the shizzle. Anyways. I've been taking my pup to the dog park to meet some fly ladies, since finding people to date online is tricky, yo. I've thought about looking up chicks from my past, so I'll let you know when I find someone.

Mutton Just Ain't the Same

Yo dawgs! Mutton just hasn't been the same since he got back. He ain't the ol' dog he used to be. Like the beating broke his doggy spirit, you dig? I'm glad I got my boy back, but I just want him to be the ferocious beast he used to be. Maybe he needs a lady? If only I could do a doggy search as easily as I do a people search, that might get his spirits up. Maybe I should use that people finder to track down his captors like I said? Maybe revenge would get him a better mood? I don't know. Anyway, here's news you already knew: Being fit is good for sex! Word.

New Directions Yo!

Whatup, folks. I decided against gettin my search people on and just let the cards fall where they may. I ain't gonna catch a case just to get revenge on those folks that did me and Mutton dirty. Nah, it ain't worth it. I got my boy back, so what's the point? I mean, at one point I was ready to find military weaponry to just destroy these mothas...but then I looked at Mutton, who is a beast but in his heart he's just a cool ass dog that doesn't want to hurt no one, just wants to go about his bidness and chew bones and chase tail, etc, etc. If I got locked up, who'd take care of Mutton? No one. After all, I ain't got no more places to hide from the law anyway. That said, I been reading up on vitamins online for both me and Mutton. I can't be eatin just wangs and beer no more all day every day. Life is short, shit can be taken away from you instantly...take Mutton for example. It's crazy around here! Things is crazy, and I want to be ready for whatever comes. Peace..word.

I Found Mutton Yo!

I found Mutton! Or, more like it, Mutton found me! Yo, things was gettin mad hectic in my mind. I was experiencing crazy turmoil because Mutton is probably the one true cat in my life, the one dude I can truly count on. He was a down ass dog, yall. And I had pretty much accepted the fact that Mutton wasn't comin back. It wasn't easy, trust, but I had come to terms with my loss. Not to say that I wasn't still looking for the cats that took him. I was. Trust, yo. Just I had pretty much lost hope in getting Mutton back in one piece. I was outside on the stoop, chiefing a blunt, and his haggard ass comes walking up! He had a shred of bloody cloth in his mouth. Haha! That's my boy, dog! He was kinda nappy and ragged and had blood on his fur (not his though, yo, not his) but all in all he was cool. And man he was happy to see me. So its all good now, folks. No worries. I just wish dogs could talk, cause I'm not finished with his captors. Nah, nah. I'ma find them and catch a case. But if I did that, I couldn't post about background check no more, and what would you cats do for news about people finder and whatnot? Ah well, I guess I'll go out and find people now that might be able to help me find them bitchasses. Oh and on the comedy tip, check out this list of sequels we want to see. Peace.

I'm Still Looking Yo!
My mad search for Mutton continues unabated, son. I put up wanted posters, but not the type you may have seen. These ain't "Missing--Mutton (Black Standard Poodle)" posters--these are old Wild West Deadwood style posters. Warnings, really. Standing threats to the busters that took Mutton, yo. I don't have a name, I don't have a face. I just got my smarts, my intuition, my drive, and my MMA training. So if you cats happen to be reading this blog, rest assured: Bryce coming for you, punk. I may not have a face, but you won't neither pretty soon. But since you guys are my people, you my loyal readers, I'm finna to level wit you. I'm scared, yo. I don't know what I'd do without Mutton. Any words of kindness would seriously be appreciated. I don't normally like to level like this, but it's a serious situation. Damn, son. At least I've been able to search people and learn even more about person search than I thought possible. So much going on in my life, yo. I got a messed up roof but I can't even find the time to find a contractor. Wish me luck, yall.

They Took My Mans Yo!

Those of you who know me, know that Mutton is my best friend. Man's best friend, nah--Bryce's best friend! I used to get a lotta flack on the street for having a poodle, but the flack right quick turned to humility once Mutton had their balls in his mouth. See, I raised that boy from a pup. Taught him all he knows, including how to hold an enemy's nuts in his mouth real tender like with just enough pressure to let dude know you mean business. It's amazing what avenues of information are opened by a few threats directed towards a man's genitals. Long story short, me and Mutton go way back. Moms notwithstanding, he's my number one dude. So you can imagine my extreme consternation at finding him missing. Story: we at the park, running, chasin dogs, chasin squirrels, playin fetch what have you, and I go to take a piss. I come out after a few minutes and Mutton is ghost. Gone. Vamoose. He never goes anywhere without my permission, so I know somethins up. Fighting back tears, I run a perimeter on the park. Check exits, parking lots. I think maybe he caught wiff of some fine bitch in heat and took off. He's my dog, so nothin deters that virility. But nope. No females around. Park's nearly deserted, in fact. This was three days ago. But I stopped being sad. Nope. I'm heated. And when Bryce gets upset, punks get served, simple as that. I'm pulling out all the stops. I'm gonna find Mutton, mark that. Word is bond. I will people search until I can't people search no more. I will become an absolute expert in finding people using a people search engine.

Heart of Gold Yo!

So, I got my first bounty from this little bailsbond office run by this sweet Hungarian couple, Aniko and Jani. They're family to me. When I ain't I got nothing better going on, I hang out with them--my girl works for them too, so, you know. So a couple weeks ago I'm there with Mutton, and this family comes in. They got this whole sob story going on (like they all do) about their son, how he's really a good kid when you know that he's probably a class A bastard. Jani just eats that stuff up though, breaks out the tissues and everything. Anyway, Anika and Jani take the bond, which surprises me because it's a lot bigger than what they normally take. Normally they play it safe, mostly deal with first-time offenders. They like to help people. But I've been working on getting Anika and Jani into people searching more, so they can do better background checks and assess flight risks better. I turned Jani onto this find people site, and he's finally starting to listen to me more. This time though, he doesn't, takes the bond. Family all happy, the kid gets out, and all he's gotta do is show up for his court date. Day comes, and of course he's gone. Long gone. He took off as soon as he got out but the mom didn't tell us because she thought for sure he'd be back in time. Yeah right. I do my thing and use a people search and find out all about the kid's history. I play a hunch and find him hanging around an apartment complex he used to live in, and as far as the rest goes, he wasn't too bruised up when I took him in. I got paid and all that, which is nice, but really, I hate taking money from Anika and Jani. I'd rather take it from the franchise down the street, you know? That old coot better listen to me next time...

Getting Paid Yo!

I have a good story to tell you guys. So I was trying to find this one guy, and he was turning out to be one of the sneakiest bastards I had crossed in a long while. Little did he know that I know about people search. It's the secret tool of people everywhere to help themselves find people who otherwise may be really difficult to find. Anyway... so there's this unsavory character, and I do a people search on him to see where he is, and I find out, and I'm pissed. He's in Florida and I hate Florida. I especially hate it when people make me go down to Florida because they can't make their court dates, like not showing up is really going to help their cause. So I buy myself some stupid Hawaiian shirt and get my ass down there. I'm smoking on the corner waiting for this guy to come out of his house, and bam... here he comes. He sees me and immediately knows something is up. Happily for him it didn't all end in too many tears. We took a ride back up to Jersey, I got him all checked in at the court house, got my chit and and got my money. Just in time too. I got home to find my girl on this Internet right here buying some diet drugs. She's a hot mama, but she thinks she should be all skinny or some crap. I told her not to take any diet drugs, but she made me read this article (Consumer-Advocate.org - Hoodia Weight Loss), and I guess I'm ok with her giving it a chance. It still seems expensive to me... especially since my girl is so HOT, but whatever makes her happy. Sheesh... women.

Working for Myself Yo!

Hey yo! My name is Bryce and I am a full-fledged bounty hunter. I find people who skip out on bail and I bring them back in--for a sweet percentage of their bail. I should have my own show on AE, not that douche bag. I'm legit. I'm here starting a blog because I'm trying to promote my biz, and let people know it's not all that crazy as it seems. I'm sensitive, I love the ladies, and I have a standard poodle named Mutton. I got a steady thing with this girl who understands that I still gotta be free and that I'm too young to settle down. I travel with my job, and been thinking about moving around, see whats up in LA or something like that--they have this whole bounty hunter licensing issue out there though so maybe not. Maybe I'll head to NYC, but for now I'm here in Jersey, working for myself and living the life. So yeah. I'll be back later for more updates.