Thoughts. . .

What I'm thinking when someone says the following:



Call me crazy.

I do. Just not to your face.



That's the god's honest truth.

What's yours?



I swear on my mother's grave.

Your mother died?



As God is my witness.

Pick someone human, available, and tangible, please.



I swear it's true.

As in . . . "Shit, I hope she buys my load of crap story?"



Tell me you're joking.

I need to work on my delivery.



You'll burn in hell for that.

And you'll be there to see to it?



Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

Why did I let you in in the first place?



God is punishing you.

No, you are.



Some day you will thank me for this.

No, I won't.



It's for your own good.

Really? Don't expect me to thank you . . . see above.



This hurts me more than it hurts you.

Why don't we see about that.



You can't pick your family.

You have a point there.


. . .to be continued.