Might have been, like ol' Ben. But things change: such as my sexual direction. Direction? Yeah. Direction. No orientation. I failed at thoses classes anyway. Should you have an agenda, would it be filled with pictures of weasels or poetry about vintage living room sofas, wich we would have of we Marry each other?
Who am i to know this? Louix XVI? The Pope? I guess he's just like us, except he isn't, and he has a raptor head.