Growing up, my dad cursed like a sailor but generally didn't blaspheme, so when he got made enough to say "Jesus Christ" when he was mad, he kind of swallowed half the sounds, like if he say JEEE(zus) KEEEER(ist) with the parenthetical bits kind of barely there, he wouldn't get in trouble with God. This of course turned into me as a teenager saying Jesus Christ as often as possible, because teenagers.
As an adult, this has morphed into as many variations on Christ on a crutch and Christ on a cracker as I can manage. I don't plan them, they just are inspired by whatever is happening in the moment or whatever words my mouth decides to spit out madlibs style. I do focus on the Kuh sound, though.
Anyway, this afternoon caused "Jesus Christ on a crutch shaped Christmas cracker" and I feel like I've hit some kind of pinnacle that will never again be achieved.