Is that like Ucciodipity? The pleasant surprise that all of yall are actually Uccios and don't realize it. Because deep down, you don't talk about it at parties, you want Rossi on that top step, you NEED Rossi on that top step.
Oh, you just had to rile them up didn't you, Broseph Stalin? They were quieting down but you had to bang on the pot with a wooden spoon while marking around the room. I hate you sometimes.