I decided to order a movie about a serial killer, figured that might cheer me up.  Of course the fanatical pontificating Father says, “You can’t watch that on my television.”  Well I didn’t realize we were labeling possessions now, I’ll remember that for future occasions.  Then he proceeds to blab, “But I don’t want that stuff polluting your mind.”  Well fuck you it turns out I’m 27 years old, don’t masturbate to the Bible and you no longer have any control over what’s in my mind.