Crimony

"Crimony, honey, would you get the dog outta here?

"Jake, do you realize this is Sunday?" Mitch asked. "Holy crimony, you're right. And, we left this morning without as much as a prayer of thanks for the shelter from the rain."

"Crimony!" Matthew griped as he bent over and tried to catch his breath.

For crimony sakes (again..?...look it up) grown men let punks rule their streets.

Holy crimony, these guys are the next wave.

HOW does that much air get in my body?! Crimony!