We were expecting to come home to a mess, and we end up with all this.

Oh, my God. What is this.

Here we were supposed to be having fun, and my heart kept beating faster and faster every time I thought about what we had to come home to.

I'd rather rot on my own floor than be found by a bunch of bingo players in a nursing home.

Owning your own home is America's unique recipe for avoiding revolution and promoting pseudo-equality at the same time.

I'd rather rot on my own floor than be found by a bunch of bingo players in a nursing home.