I went downstairs this morning to brush my teeth and wash my face as I always do, but I knew that Larry was downstairs, probably in the kitchen so I went through the living room and the family room to get to the bathroom. I open the family room door and Larry is in the bathroom, door open, on the toilet. He said, "Excuse me," and closed the door.

This is why I don't like to live at my mother's house anymore.