Ephram Howe
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Ephram Howe died by Permanent ban, in May 2009.
Ephram Howe was a citizen born in the New World on the Date of Day 499.
While Ephram consistently, routinely and almost obsessively returns to work day after day. He has yet to do or say anything noteworthy enough to be published in a wiki. Even though this may be the case now, you never know what might happen in the future. Unless you're Ephram, of course, then you do, 'cause you're awesome like that.
Sure, don't believe me, a random wiki page that drinks compulsively and can't remember it's own URL. Read it for yourself, in Ephram's own words.
His Own Words
Why, hello there. You look dashing today. You're quite welcome.
Who, me? You wanna know about little ole' me? Well, I suppose. Where to start, where to start.
Currently, I'm just finishing up my M.D, which is a godsend. It gives me more time to volunteer at abandoned pet shelters and work with underprivileged urban kids. Many people think that this is selfless, but in truth, it works for me too. I get to practice my gourmet cooking on them. How altruistic, you might say! All these good deeds just give me material to work on my poetry. I know what you're thinking. There is no way that this Cadillac of Men writes poetry. Well, many people think that, but after I show them my modeling headshots and my European royalty paperwork, they finally submit to the fact that I am completely awesome.
Surprised? I'm not. Who 'da man? I 'da man. I always suspected.
