Growing up Jewish in the American southeast, Rugrats was literally all I had. Sometimes Christians can just get fucked.

imagine growing up entirely unaffiliated with anyone’s imaginary friends… in places like louisiana and alabama.

‘which church do you go to?’

none

‘no, honey, where do you go on sunday mornings?’

the kitchen, for cereal.

‘oh lord you must worship the devil himself’

lady, if I don’t believe in your imaginary friend why would I believe in his imaginary enemy?