Jesus I have been trapped forever in a full house. There is nothing I can do to escape it. For all time I am Danny Tanner. I would kill myself if I thought it would end my misery, but one never escapes 1709 Broderick Street. Therefore I wake everyday and stuff myself with hibiscus biscuits, but even then the song invades my brain: "whatever happened to predictability, the milkman, the paperboy, evening tv." I am more than Danny Tanner, I tell you. Pass the hibiscus biscuits.