Oh you wanna know about Youngies?

I live with Chris and on Sundays he has this thing with dressing up everyone in the house like the teenage mutant ninja turtles. So sometimes I'm splinter, sometimes Donatello. . . you get the picture. The day usually starts out alright (except when I have to be Rafael) but by about 4 in the afternoon Chris always takes it to the next level.

By this I mean he'll go outside and become very paranoid about passerby's. At first it'll just be him saying "I think that old lady knows we live in the sewer system. At this point I have to remind Chris that we aren't really ninja turtles and that we live in the house. But he doesn't listen and last weekend he put a turtle shell on his back and jumped from our porch down on top of the old lady and she went unconscious.

He just kept circling around in the street screaming "SHELL SHOCKED BITCH. . . SHELL SHOCKED!"

Monday thru Saturday shit's pretty normal.