“Isn’t that what Jesus H. Christ wore before they nailed him to the cross?” questioned Bobby. “I read about that in vacation Bible school when I was a kid.”
“I’m gonna get outta their way,” he mutters, then snorts without mirth. “All I had were jacks.” We believe him, of course. What are jacks, after all, once Beelzebub and Jesus H. Christ get involved?
2004, Marsha Moyer, The Last of the Honky-tonk Angels. [3]
“Jesus H. Christ on the cross,” he said. He caught my reflected gaze and held it. “How long have you known about this?”