Well, well, well...
Is it possible that TWO people who read The Spin Starts Here are named Ben?
Or is it just some overly-elaborate commie plot.
I refer, of course, to "Ben" (who described me as "dashing" and my eyes as "strangely compelling") and Bendle7 (who once penned me a 3000 word love sonnet entitled, "Cam, my heart beateth as a butterfly's wings.")
What? Lies? Take that back. They did, I'm sure of it!
Ben writes: "Sup, yo? I ain't no Bendle7, cracka, you squizzle?"
Oh, I squizzle, allright, you fiend. I squizzle til' the cows come home.
Obviously, there are two people called Ben, working together to kill and gut me, for the purposes of removing my delicious spinal fluids.
It's NOT GOING TO HAPPEN, YOU FUCKERS!