“Every town has its secrets.” He began. “San Felipe is no different. Skeletons are hidden in closets for a reason my friend. And trust me when I tell you, San Felipe has many skeletons. The moral of the story is; don’t go snooping into strange closets. You will only find sins and betrayal. Why do you think we drink tequila so much?”
“He’s pale, bald, and bony. He looks like a skeleton. And that, my friend, is precisely why I keep him in my closet.”
“I think most people treasure the skeletons in their closets. We want them to remain unrevealed for a reason.”
“People don’t blush when they’re embarrassed. White people blush when they’re embarrassed. Why so embarrassed, white people? Any skeletons in your closet? Oh yeah, that’s right—we’ve got more skeletons in our closet than anybody.”
“I don’t have any skeletons in my closet that can’t be allowed out.”
“I’m a closet sociopath. You can tell by all the skeletons I have hanging up next to my clothes. ”