I do not have a dysfunctional family and I never knew why my family seemed concerned about me. They treated me like I was weird or something. Whatever. Between you and me (don't tell) almost everyone treated me that way.
Just because I put a tack on the teacher's chair. That was just plain good humored fun.
Just because I put Nair on my brother's leg hair. Heck, I was just getting even for the time he ... (well we won't go into that).
Just because I put cement in the toilet. Hey, I was curious and it flushed just fine. I know. I used it right after I put the cement in. That was disappointing, but when someone else in the family flushed it, well, that was fun.
Just because I put oil in the swimming pool hoping it would soften my family's skin and just because I sing my own song - ♫♫♪I am singing this song from inside an asylum♪♫♫, they treat me like I'm a fruitcake. Maybe that's why I get passed around so often at Christmas.
I hear my family is fine and normal. So why don't they come visit me?
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