Hell yeah I’ll join the finance committee. But I don’t play. First thing I’ll do is push for a volume discount on tuition because – hello? – I got four kids. Second, I’m gonna need some free hats. But none of that mesh bullshit. What is this, Ernest Goes To Private School? I need some fitted babies that I can turn backwards when it’s time to arm wrestle a truck driver in climactic fashion. Finally, there’s gotta be booze at the committee meetings. And no, that Michelob Ultra that you’re drinking doesn’t count. Every time you take a drink, it’s like your face becomes a vagina before my eyes. Seriously, Scotch is a thing. Anyway, would I get to drive around campus on one of those tricked out golf carts? Or would I have a driver assigned to me? Cuz if it’s the latter, he’s gotta have a sense of humor. If I end up with some dude like Anthony Hopkins from that movie The Remains of Howard’s Day, I’m gonna be pissed. Shit, what’s your name again? I wasn’t listening to anything you said before the topic turned to me.