Agreed - it’s the “personal relationship” with Jesus Christ that distinguishes Evangelicals from say, Catholics. Big “cosmic” stories of faith, suffering, martyrdom aren’t personal (“porn addiction? yeah, sure, I can relate.”). To that, I’d say The Passion of the Christ really stands out as an exception to the genre.

I give to you this star of my own free will

“Dark time when I was in prison” as opposed to “dark time when I was a killer cop”

I look back at Facebook posts I made 10 years ago, when I first signed up and even 6 or 7 years ago, and sometimes, I have to shudder at what I said.

Guess the cat is out of the bag.

Interestingly enough, reptiles generally only appear in revelatory dreams to me, representing my primal self. Healthy respect, yes. Irrational fear, no.

I don’t know - I’m consistently wrong on stuff like this - I really thought Sledge Hammer! & Manimal had legs. That said, it’s pretty dated, so probably not.

Holy Hell - at first glance, I thought that was Al Gore in drag.

It’s like they’re only capable of doing 10-piece jigsaw puzzles of a blizzard or blue sky, with perfectly square pieces of the exact same size.

Nothing short of amazing.

Interesting!

Welp, that certainly supports my working theory about them - sounds like you made the smart play. Only thing that could probably scare me worse is a bear throwing the raccoons at me to herd me toward the shoreline where a shark waited with an open mouth. I realize that’s very specific, but there it is: My Ultimate…

Now they’re just clowning him. This is SAD!

OMG my daughter is going to lose her damn mind! Also, it’s pretty clear Disney is still working out its, ahem, representation problem.

Okay, then. I’m ready to go now. When’s the ship - or the asteroid, or whatever, because, I mean who gives a shit at this point - gonna come for us?

Thinking back on it, could be, though he may have taken my actions as aggressive - there were little ones. Heck, it may have been a mom.

Raccoons are terrifying. I shooed one away from a neighbor’s stoop once, it was already leaving so I should have let it be - he stood up on his hind legs and came walking towards my open door, clearly fronting. I slammed the door. After a moment or two, I cracked the door a bit to look, and he turned around to come…

White woman says it wasn’t racist, so you know, it’s not racist. See, all better. /s

Yes, this.

I’ll step up and help get this party started!