You're sick of hearing this, I know. But I'm sicker with seeing you around and can't do nothing about it. I'm sick with it!

God is a trickster! Why would he dangle a sweet treat and then locked the jail of sugar-depraved me? One of these days if I kiss him, he better be ready.

I've kissed him a lot of times, but it still doesn't satiate me. Now that's gluttony. I've envied the girls he likes. I don't even know how they look like! My wrath fuels desire. The gasoline to his match.