Plain ol’ gator baptism is safer than leaving the kids with a priest.
Is one flavor better than the other? Does the sugar-free stuff count? Do electrolytes carry the Holy Spirit?
Someone should ask it about Brawndo, the Sin Mutilator.
Just so long as you don’t use Powerade like the Orthodox do.
And the less said about the Lutherans and their use of Vitamin Water, the better.
Is that when you get a bunch of UofF athletes in a circle around the baby and they – no, I cannot finish.
Actually…
Baptism just requires water. It’s nowhere specified that it must be pure water. And Gatorade is probably purer than some solutions that nonetheless still get called “water”, such as what’s in the oceans. So, you probably could baptize someone in Gatorade.
You shouldn’t, of course, under normal circumstances. But in extreme situations, it can be acceptable to set aside some of the "should"s.
Then you’re obviously not qualified for this event!
Right. It gets the baby all sticky.
And green.
Some days, you just wanna kick a bison. I’m going to start saying that and make it a thing.
Love the fact that the bison had the authority to arrest him.
“The Right To Arm Bears”… and deputize other wildlife.
If the bison was under the influence of alcohol he had a right to defend himself.
This is a couple weeks old but just came to my attention.
He’s also mostly evil, but that’s a different thread.
Guess what that guy said to his kid as the cops led him away?
“Bye, son.”
And as he was led away, past the robust succulent growth, he remarked to his daughter, “Look at the buff aloe, Vera.”
This is on a local Facebook page so I screencapped it. Guy out on bond for burglaries burgals again, is tracked down by the ankle monitor he is still wearing. Not Florida.
I love that the cops changed the tire.
I’m so proud he’s from my state! 
Though that sheriff’s office is populated by idiots; that article/post describes the stolen car as a “Honda Sport.” Sport is almost certainly the trim level of the Accord/Civic/HR-V/CR-V/Passport/etc vehicle that was stolen.
About 20 years ago I was hiking out to a campsite on Catalina Island and tried to briefly go off the trail for the sake of a shortcut. And instead I found myself being stared down by a big pissed-off-looking buffalo about 30 feet in front of me.
I very slowly backed away while maintaining eye contact, put a large tree between myself and it as fast as I could, and then high-tailed it back to the trail where there were other humans.
Probably one of the scariest things I’ve ever experienced. Kicking the buffalo was the last thing on my mind.