Jon Acufff has a blog about the Jesus juke. Basically, a Jesus juke is where you take a normal, non-spiritual conversation and insert a religious response designed to bring about shame and guilt in the other person for not being as spiritual as you are.

Like when someone says, “My, isn’t it a nice day?” and you say something like “It’s not just nice. How can it only be nice when the God of the universe made it?” The other person feels shame for thinking the day was only nice.

I have my own coined phrase which will take off and be universally accepted and (I dream big) allowed as a word in Scrabble. My phrase is jungle-juiced.

When I was a kid, I loved Jungle Juice, the fruit punch drink with absolutely no fruits involved. Not too long ago, I saw a bottle of it in a convenience store and thought I’d take my taste buds on a trip down memory lane. It was awful.

Either jungle juice has undergone a radical reinvention or possibly my grown-up taste buds are a tad more discerning than my 8-year old ones were. I got jungle-juiced big time.

To be jungle juiced is to watch and old movie you loved as a kid and find out how really lame it is and how really lame you were for liking it.

Or to go back to Chucky Cheese and find out that the pizza is not nearly as good as you remembered. And the skeeball doesn’t quite bring the same spiritual euphoria as before. Not to mention you realize that you are quite possibly the world’s worst skeeballer, getting schooled by a four-year old a couple of lanes over.

Not everything lives up to our memories of them. Somethings are better left in the past, like He-Man and the Masters of the Universe.

It’s time to make new memories and give up Jungle Juice and move on to a more mature, grown-up drink– like Tahitian Treat.