He is a party animal.
He has a house full of strangers every week, and sometimes two, three, or more times per week. Everyone knows his name. Many of us have even talked to him a few times. Precious few of his regular guests talk to him regularly, and most of them don't know him at all. Still, they like to come over, pretend that they know their host, feel better than the people who didn't come, and gossip about one another.
Jesus, is it lonely being a party animal?
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