Hello, all. I would like to tell you a tale about a little tale about a young laddie named Larry Bar. Gather round, and prepare for a story.
One day, in September of 1839, a man named Jospephheinmer Smith Bar was born. He reproduced 98 times. His wife was in pain a lot. In 1939, 100 years later, Jospephheinmer died. His youngest son was 2 years old. His name was Mary Bar. Jospephheinmer had thought that Mary was a girl at birth and hadn't bothered to give him a boy name. Mary reproduced only once, and his son was named Larry Bar. Mary died in a car crash at the age of 43, when Larry was 13. Mary's last words, as he died in the hospital, were "Play football, Larry. Make me proud...". Moments later Mary went to heaven. Ever since then, Larry has led an outcast life, mired by loneliness and suicidal thoughts. However, Larry persevered, and here Larry is today - on the Donegal Wailers, in Western Europe. Larry is playing for one purpose, and one purpose only - to live up to his father's dreams.
One day, in September of 1839, a man named Jospephheinmer Smith Bar was born. He reproduced 98 times. His wife was in pain a lot. In 1939, 100 years later, Jospephheinmer died. His youngest son was 2 years old. His name was Mary Bar. Jospephheinmer had thought that Mary was a girl at birth and hadn't bothered to give him a boy name. Mary reproduced only once, and his son was named Larry Bar. Mary died in a car crash at the age of 43, when Larry was 13. Mary's last words, as he died in the hospital, were "Play football, Larry. Make me proud...". Moments later Mary went to heaven. Ever since then, Larry has led an outcast life, mired by loneliness and suicidal thoughts. However, Larry persevered, and here Larry is today - on the Donegal Wailers, in Western Europe. Larry is playing for one purpose, and one purpose only - to live up to his father's dreams.
