I talk about the weather with you, because we don’t have trust. I don’t need you to like my awful joke, I just need you to not tell how awful of a human being I am for telling it. I already know how awful I am; the joke is softening the blow. What I need is for your first reaction not to be taking it to a higher authority. You deal with it first; at least give me that much. God already knows. He’s waiting to see what you do.
Snitches get stitches.