I read the story of the woman who fused to her couch...that one makes sense. Burlap upholstery I could see...a toilet seat, though? That takes some real talent. And Mr. Boyfriend's obviously a winner.

Here's my thought, nasty as it may be: I'm not interested in my tax dollars being used to try to "rehabilitate" either of them. As Ron White says, "You cain't fix stupid."