A girl phoned me the other day and said, "Come on over, there's nobody home." I went over. Nobody was home
Actually, I don't think you're dyslexic; just really, really stupid.
I don't think you act stupid, I'm sure it's the real thing.
I'm not a bad guy! I work hard, and I love my kids. So why should I spend half my Sunday hearing about how I'm going to Hell?