The hilarious irony about Brandon Irons is this: Brandon Irons loves to make up names for other people. He probably types it on his keyboard, looks at it and starts chortling to himself, regaling himself in his Canuck creativity. The effect: nada--no one really cares what he says or writes. But Brandon Irons still gets all kinds of butt-hurt that we call him Brandon Irons, and he has for years. XPT is what...five years old now? Five years of that name getting under Brandon Irons' skin...kinda like a herpes infection, now that I think about it.

Go ahead Brandon Irons, make up another name for me. I could care less.

Sing your song, herpes-boi.