This first section, "Corp. Lies Gang" is meant solely to be humorous. In a serious light, they are all splendid people and I am luck to have them as friends
Cyprian Dzieciol: (dzieciol.jpg) Clearly the leader of this devilish horde of mischeif-makers. Known best for his quick temper and random assaults of the ultra-violence. Apart from being CEO numbero uno of this interprise known as Corporate Lies, Inc., he is a pizza-man. Not just any pizza-man...a Papa John's pizza man. Quite meager beginnings for a future world dominator, eh? But for those good-doers who are bent on justice and the betterment of the human race, I can give multiple ways of stopping this hell-demon. The one that seems to work best, is the ol' Oleg Taktarov ankle (pronounce Anke-le) lock.
CORPORATE LIES GANG
Jamaal Womble: (Jamaal.jpg) You wrap a blanket around the qualities of eloquence and slowness, and you have my friend Jamaal (known to us and many as "Jam"). The major contribution that he makes to the Inteprise is that of being "The People's Poet." His skills may be slight, but his gift of turning a phrase overshadows his ignorance and niavity. One can access by seeing or hearing his name, that he is a blackman. Well,...Cyp and I have pondered long and hard about this issue. But we figure "equal opportunity." Besides, the man looks like Seal! (The statement herein is not rascist in any way. Merely, humorous. We all are accepting in the fact that Jam is black.=P)
Michael Adams: (cherub.jpg) Known within the group as "Cherub," Mr. Adams serves as the sole target for ridicule and slander. On such outtings as "Alby Mangels Week," he was bulldogged multiple times by the fury and might of both Jamaal and me. The relentless rage continued until his puffy, cherub-cheeks were fully submerged in the Atlantic. In certain prisons, he would be known as "the bitch." One can clearly originate the frustrations of Cherub by venturing into his home. The GANG knows this better than anyone. To paint an accurate portrayal of this spectical, one must watch the movie, "People under the Stairs." Father Adams and the Cold Stares that he is notorious for...sends Jamaal and me reeling in our heels and Cyp shivering like a cold Chihuahua. But all in all, Cherub is the stereotypical, stinky, hair-less, pubic-less monkey, wrapped up in punkrock rebellion.
NON-CORPORATE PEOPLE
Molly H. Campbell: (RIGHT) My Sweetheart and mainsqueeze. A truely fabulous gal whose got my heart wrapped around a string. She's the identical, twin sister of one of my best friends (Kate).
Miss Laura Joyce: (laura.jpg) My one and only sister. Folks,...she is truely one of the greats. She absolutely takes my breath away when I speak of her, and honestly, I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful and loving sister. In this collage (the picture file)...I have been able to amass the entire cuteness that IS, my sister. Take a gander! And in this picture...check out ME and my SISTER. (Mike&Laura.jpg)
Chad Huff: (Huff.jpg)(and BELOW) The first friend of my recollection. I met this lad under a playground tree at recess (one of the lower elementary grades). So, needless-to-say, we know each other pretty well. It was a blast growing up with this guy (sticking mainly to the Rambo-MacGyver genre). To this day, I consider him as close to a brother as I can have.
Miss Ania Zdunek: (ania.jpg) The Polish princess that I speak of in my introduction. A true angel and first love of my life. Separated from each other by over 2000 miles of ocean and a barrier of language, we still remain close.
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