So, once again, the great Ross Payton stands before the congress of listeners with demands. Excuse me while I take a seat in this massive chair and stroke a fluffy white cat.
Now, Mr. Payton, a man's life is like a government budget: filled with hope, carefully tended by society, and it often fails when faced with reality. As I'm sure you've noticed, this analogy is quickly running away from me.
So, yeah, I've gotten to play crappy Bond villian for a new seconds, I'll join the stupid game. Just need to make a twitter account or borrow somebody else's. I'm sure my fiance wouldn't mind an account in her name...