I blame the parents, in general.

And in particular in the case of one Michael Jackson.  (Then again, Gary, IN was never the place for anyone to get rich living in.)  My next viewing of the Sherlock Holmes episode 'The Empty House' will be dedicated to him.  And finally, I hereby declare myself to be The New King of Pop.

This is the kind of hilarious shit that staying inside allows you to easily come up with.