Exit, pursued by a Beartic.
Greetings travellers. Would you like to know what fate has in store for you?
Future events will affect you in the future, for that is where you are going to spend the rest of your life.
I can show you the path...for a price.
So ask, and my inner eye will answer.
Which means I get to dress up like a wizard and throw hats at people. Or something.
It honestly doesn't feel like much of an achievement, but then I can't deny that the world looks very different to me now than it did all those years ago. I guess I've already had the real reward for a while now, hence why all the ceremonial stuff feels kind of hollow.
Anyway, me and a friend plan to bring toy wands to the celebratory lunch and have a duel. Gotta defend the pride of
I've included a photo of me to make the decision easier.
So, a date.
I almost forgot it was in February, since I'm pretty sure I did nothing in that first month.
Well, many thanks to all the people who made the last year on Bulbagarden an entertaining experience. May it continue to rescue us from the nagging pressure to spend spare time productively for many years to come.
...as a Mall Santa.
He even brought the advertisement pamphlet and training manual back for me, and apparently met the guy who trains the Santas at one of their training days. The pamphlet claims they are looking for somebody jolly with a stocky build, preferably tall and good with kids. Who'd have thunk it?
Obviously not Dad, who seemed to forget his son was the opposite of everything they're searching for.
Plus working with kids just isn't an option.
Updated 9th December 2011 at 06:34 PM by Winterdaze