My good friend and I was having a religious conversation. I was offering my insight when one of his friends was bitten by a mosquito.
She quickly squashed the bug and sent it to the fiery infernal of hell (a quarantined part, I’m sure, as Satan apparently hates mosquitos too).
She exclaimed, “Gosh dangit, I was bitten again.”
I chimed back, trying to be offensively witty, “Don’t you mean God damnit? There’s really no difference.”
My good friend responded, “That’s taking the Lord’s name in vain. Not a good idea.”
I responded, “But all I changed were four letters.”
“Well…” my good friend replied, always the wise one, “I can change love to hate in just four as well.”