The local congregation of Jehovah's Witnesses seems to think I am psycho. My wife says I am perfect the way I am, but my children wish I wouldn't talk in chapters. I wish I could fly like superman or just BE superman for a few days. As soon as I get this aluminum foil off my head and make everything all blue-y, I'm going door to door with my literature to baptize some gay athiseists. They can't spell for shit anyway.
I'll leave the bathroom door unlocked for you, but I have to warn you I shower fully clothed, and it takes a while to rinse all the soap out, and you can help if you want to, but if I see a knife blade I'll have to tell you to cut it out and hold the hose steady.