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misreal:All pastors are right all the time. |
Kachisbarbie:Make that Don Jazzy. |
Your being an introvert isn't set in stone. You can 'change', if you so choose. Nature/nurture... |
Hozil92:6 years? Naa...your body be confam firewood. And she dey look you like UPS. |
Before you go don ask her all these questions finish, another guy go don give am belle. |
UjSizzle:Go shorty, it's yuh birthday... HBD my good friend. You really must have a great fondness for big cocks. Hope you get to enjoy some today. |
mecussey:Are you ok ![]() I swear, your head is not correct. |
Sveen:But she'll enjoy it too ![]() |
Bigsteveg:What if the poorer guy 'any of those things'? |
Y'all are hating on this girl for sharing her HONEST thoughts with us. Also consider how the final choice of your wife/girlfriend hinged a lot on her big butt, breasts, complexion, age, etc. She's entitled to desire what she desires. |
DAVE5:People have been doing that with Dropbox and Google Drive for years. And there are tons more guys offering that. You can even type your chit in Gmail or Evernote and access them on all your devices. |
ikbnice:1.) It has a fine, shiny, half-eaten apple. 2.) Uhmmm...can I Call a friend? |
Go where you are appreciated. |
wreater:Lol, just wait till one of those narcissistic, 'irresponsible', c0ck-wielding, bad-boy types show you, first-hand, the power of the DARK SIDE. Then, you'll think this Christ-like gentleman is vermin. |
MikelEleta:AWALT. |
adeyemi97:It's the Illuminati brah ![]() |
. Beat me to it. |
shotster50:You can't be so sure about that one. |
Standing ovation sir! |
I call bullsh1t on this one. |
Read this really interesting write up yesterday. Had to share. It's by a Roman writer named Petronius, who died in 66 AD! There was a married woman in Ephesus of such famous virtue that she drew women even from the neighboring states to gaze upon her. So when she had buried her husband, the common fashion of following the procession with loose hair, and beating the naked breast in front of the crowd, did not satisfy her. She followed the dead man even to his resting place, and began to watch and weep night and day over the body, which was laid in an underground vault in the Greek fashion. Neither her parents nor her relations could divert her from thus torturing herself, and courting death by starvation. The officials were at last rebuffed and left her. Everyone mourned for her as a woman of unique character, and she was now passing her fifth day without food. A devoted maid sat by the failing woman, shed tears in sympathy with her woes, and at the same time filled up the lamp, which was placed in the tomb, whenever it sank. There was but one opinion throughout the city, every class of person admitting this was the one true and brilliant example of chastity and love. At this moment the governor of the province gave orders that some robbers should be crucified near the small building where the lady was bewailing her recent loss. So on the next night, when the soldier who was watching the crosses, to prevent anyone taking down a body for burial, observed a light shining plainly among the tombs, and heard a mourner's groans, a very human weakness made him curious to know who it was and what he was doing. So he went down into the vault, and on seeing a very beautiful woman, at first halted in confusion, as if he had seen a portent or some ghost from the world beneath. But afterwards noticing the dead man lying there, and watching the woman's tears and the marks of her nails on her face, he came to the correct conclusion, that she found her regret for the lost one unendurable. He therefore brought his supper into the tomb, and began to urge the mourner not to persist in useless grief, and break her heart with unprofitable sobs: for all men made the same end and found the same resting place, and so on with the other platitudes which restore wounded spirits to health. But she took no notice of his sympathy, struck and tore her breast more violently than ever, pulled out her hair, and laid it on the dead body. Still the soldier did not retire, but tried to give the poor woman food with similar encouragements, until the maid, who was no doubt seduced by the smell of his wine, first gave in herself, and put out her hand at his kindly invitation, and then, refreshed with food and drink, began to assail her mistress's obstinacy, and say, "What will you gain by all this, if you faint away with hunger, if you bury yourself alive, if you breathe out your undoomed soul before fate calls for it? Believest thou that the ashes or the spirit of the buried dead can feel thy woe? [Virgil, Æneid, iv, 34.] Will you not begin life afresh? Will you not shake off this womanish failing, and enjoy the blessings of the light so long as you are allowed? Your poor dead husband's body here ought to persuade you to keep alive." People are always ready to listen when they are urged to take a meal or to keep alive. So the lady, being thirsty after several days' abstinence, allowed her resolution to be broken down, and filled herself with food as greedily as the maid, who had been the first to yield. Well, you know which temptation generally assails a man on a full stomach. The soldier used the same insinuating phrases which had persuaded the lady to consent to live, to conduct an assault upon her virtue. Her modest eye saw in him a young man, handsome and eloquent. The maid begged her to be gracious, and then said, "Wilt thou fight love even when love pleases thee? Or dost thou never remember in whose lands thou art resting?" [Virgil, Æneid, iv, 38.] I need hide the fact no longer. The lady ceased to hold out, and the conquering hero won her over entire. So they passed not only their wedding night together, but the next and a third, of course shutting the door of the vault, so that any friend or stranger who came to the tomb would imagine that this most virtuous lady had breathed the last over her husband's body. Well, the soldier was delighted with the woman's beauty, and his stolen pleasure. He bought up all the fine things his means permitted, and carried them to the tomb the moment darkness fell. So the parents of one of the crucified, seeing that the watch was ill-kept, took their man down in the dark and administered the last rite to him. The soldier was eluded while he was off duty, and next day, seeing one of the crosses without its corpse, he was in terror of punishment, and explained to the lady what had happened. He declared that he would not wait for a court-martial, but would punish his own neglect with a thrust of his sword. So she had better get ready a place for a dying man, and let the gloomy vault enclose both her husband and her lover. The lady's heart was tender as well as pure. "Heaven forbid," she replied, "that I should look at the same moment on the dead bodies of two men whom I love. No, I would rather make a dead man useful, than send a live man to death." After this speech she ordered her husband's body to be taken out of the coffin and fixed up on the empty cross. The soldier availed himself of this far-seeing woman's device, and the people wondered the next day by what means the dead man had ascended the cross. |
world1:If Shoprite can buy in Ghana, ship and then pay duty...and it's still more economically feasible for them. That says a lot about your 'local content', doesn't it. Or you suppose they love Ghanaians more than they do us? |
missKiffy:You can't be so sure... |
Truckpusher:Ok. You have an army too? Cool. |
anigold:Believe me, that guy no be pastor. The day I went to his church he was talking about Kanye West, Kardashian, Jay Z, modern day Israel, how he has fantastic taste in women, etc. I was shocked beyond words. I can't even make this sh*t up. He topped it off by advising men whose wives were no longer youthful to consider elective plastic surgery. |
Truckpusher:The guy get like 10 bodyguards way dey give am 'perimeter fencing', Secret-Service style - even INSIDE church. All with pistols. To pass church gate, dem go scan you with metal detector first. Am sure his rides are armoured too. The guy no dey smile. Been to his church once, the guy na 5-star snake-oil salesman. |
tearoses:Lol, years ago, a friend's pastor said: "Marriage is 99% canal". I agree with him. |
I know a man who 'pursued' his wife because she repeatedly failed to fry the red oil before using it to cook beans for him . |
These fast-food girls of nowadays... |
chichriso:Listen to your Bible son... For a prostitute can be had for a loaf of bread, but another man's wife preys on your very life (Prov. 6:26). For jealousy arouses a husband's fury, and he will show no mercy when he takes revenge (Prov. 6:34). 4 Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” and to insight, “You are my relative.” 5 They will keep you from the adulterous woman, from the wayward woman with her seductive words. 6 At the window of my house I looked down through the lattice. 7 I saw among the simple, I noticed among the young men, a youth who had no sense. 8 He was going down the street near her corner, walking along in the direction of her house 9 at twilight, as the day was fading, as the dark of night set in. 10 Then out came a woman to meet him, dressed like a prostitute and with crafty intent. 11 (She is unruly and defiant, her feet never stay at home; 12 now in the street, now in the squares, at every corner she lurks.) 13 She took hold of him and kissed him and with a brazen face she said: 14 “Today I fulfilled my vows, and I have food from my fellowship offering at home. 15 So I came out to meet you; I looked for you and have found you! 16 I have covered my bed with colored linens from Egypt. 17 I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon. 18 Come, let’s drink deeply of love till morning; let’s enjoy ourselves with love! 19 My husband is not at home; he has gone on a long journey. 20 He took his purse filled with money and will not be home till full moon.” 21 With persuasive words she led him astray; she seduced him with her smooth talk. 22 All at once he followed her like an ox going to the slaughter, like a deer stepping into a noose 23 till an arrow pierces his liver, like a bird darting into a snare, little knowing it will cost him his life. 24 Now then, my sons, listen to me; pay attention to what I say. 25 Do not let your heart turn to her ways or stray into her paths. 26 Many are the victims she has brought down; her slain are a mighty throng. 27 Her house is a highway to the grave, leading down to the chambers of death. That's definitely the Bible at its finest. So beautifully written... |
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