I made a WWJD joke in my last post. So, you ask, what’s next? An exploration of the Jesus fish versus the Darwin fish? No, no, no. But it reminded me of a question I posed a friend a week or so ago. He is an avowed and unapologetic atheist. I had a random thought after an exchange of acronymic nonsense (yes, I just precedented that word) and sent him a one liner hoping to elicit a bemused chuckle.

Instead, he fired back, without hesitation, a fantastic response.

I asked him what a texting pagan uses as short hand instead of OMG.

His immediate response:

STSGA

Maybe you’ve heard this one before? I had not. And rather than invest in eye cream for dark circles from the hours of lost sleep puzzling it over, I simply asked for an explanation. Now, when my Valley Girl sounding bells ring and I want to be all like “Oh My God!” I can instead invoke a little prayer to a new phraseological friend I call St. Siggy.

Haven’t heard it? Want to know what it stands for?

Shit! The sacrifice got away.