Took the words right out of my mouth.

The Rapture = At literally any moment, your little child self could be snatched violently upward into space/some unknown cosmic destination to the sound of blaring celestial trumpets from the skies, etc. This is 100% real and seems increasingly likely, by the day.

Night-night, sweetie!

There’s also a Meeeeeeemooooomeeeeemoooo or a Neeeeeeee-nrrrrr Neeeeee-nrrrrrr, if you will.

I hope this doesn’t affect my folders full of every Sega game rom ever.

We all know John wins.

Step one to resisting: bullet-time.

Not to be “that guy,” but it really has been happening for quite awhile now (/r/thedonald as one example). And I agree it seems inevitable that it will only get worse.

The handful I’ve encountered up-close-and-personal are legitimately miserable. Nice trips, sure. Nice stuff. But the opposite of “joyful” in a very obvious way.

How about the Kool Kids Klan?

Oh, act your age