I feel like the real peril of growing up Christian that no one really talks about is how deeply veggie tales songs get embedded into your fuckin head like a ticking time bomb of inanity
it could be decades later and you’re minding your own business in line at the grocery store or on the bus or trying to fall asleep and from the depths of your brain comes “the bunny, the bunny, ooh I love the bunny”
you’ll never be free
someone, being normal: it’s time
my goblin brain:
anytime i lose my hairbrush…..yall already know whats going down
me: walking anywhere
in the depths of my hell mind, in a French accent: KEEP WALKING! butyouwon’tknockdownourwall keep walking! BUT IT ISN’T GONNA FALL!
I freaking love Denny’s breakfasts. And cheeseburgers.
I’m sure you know where I’m going with this.
*odd boinking sounds and improbably spirited bouncing*
THE BISCUIT OF ZAZZAMARANDABO IT LIES ATOP A MOUND OF SNOW HIGHINTHEHILLSWHERETHECOLDWINDSBLOWIT’STHE BISCUIT OF ZAZZAMARANDABO!
Oh geez I didn’t even grow up Christian but these are all still ingrained in my head cause it was the only thing I was allowed to watch on TV when PBS or Qubo wasn’t on service.
I dunno whether to hate or love the fact that if I hear a certain phrase or something along the lines, I think of a vine with it.
I may not have seen Infinity War but whenever I hear “I don’t feel so good…” I internally die and scream BECAUSE MY SON AIN’T COMIN’ BACK
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