Willem was just telling me about a fraternity brother of his, known far and wide for his ability to annoy acquaintances and strangers alike before he even starts to speak. You might notice that I didn't mention friends and family; that's because if he has friends it's because they're intoxicated and well-paid (er, I mean, uh, brothers for life, and stuff) and if he has family they have long since disowned him and entered the Witness Protection Program.

Anyway, Willem just started a sentence with, "So, somebody just put F in charge --" and I cut him off right there. Because there is nothing, unless perhaps it is the first-person study of how lemmings feel going over a cliff, that F should be in charge of. Nothing.