Joel Searles wears many hats. He also inccidently wears a variety of coats, shirts, two varieties of shoes and underpants from time to time.
Joel bears many names. In Erador they call him the Mithrandir, in Washington he is Jilly Jonka, in Nevis he is Elrond Hubbard the Red Handed, and in China, when someone asks him his name (or his honorable surname, as the custom is) he merely (and inappropriately) replies, "My name is Han Solo, and Han Solo means ME!!!!"
He is feared and avoided, and rightly so.
His interests are few; videogames, boardgames, and other typical cool guy stuff.
His occupation is even fewer; phonathon supervisor.
His friends and familly, least of all; gathered 'round to see him off at Docking bay 94. They held a medal ceremony where everybody filled the room on the sides, and a trumpetous fanfare filled the air. As Jilly strode down the aisle a nameless, soon to be dead, wookie cried out "Why didn't I get a medal when I went to france? I was gone longer!" and this terse statement of kashyykese sounded but a roar to everyone else. So, they did what all humans do when facing inarticulate Wookies, they turned slightly. Then Brittany placed an albatross medal around Joel's neck as a very tiny robotic mail box shook side to side and shone brightly.
Everyone smiled, for Joel had departed!
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Okay, i finally figured out this posting thing. Now be graced by my witty little post:
Here's a blantant insult for you: You spelled "prophecies" incorrectly. You Jerk!
Sometimes we bring misery on ourselves.
: )
I'll miss you tons. Have a great time.
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