Fooled you, but not exactly. I found a momentary bout of authorial inspiracy* & frankly, that's about 49 quadrillion times more important than you. The result, awfully awful, duh warbles the chorus -- humblest apologies, O muse, though 'tis your fault -- but beats typing about unimportant shit like the Fuckeye Goobernatorial job creating lower taxation tropefit between John Jackson & Jack Johnson televised tonight at 8 or 9 can't remember on a C-Span near you.
*the conspiracy of inspiration, $9.99 per use. Please, no personal checks.