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lindqvistbergst:
Its bullcrap when people say "im christ like" if you read the book it tells you no one is and thats the fecking point. To strive to be. Not that you can be or are.

It says to accept him. Not that you can be like him. Are you sinless. Can you ever be sinless?
Feck! You said you "covet" that immediately disqualified you as christ like.

Tawdry, you called face in Secondary school..see your life now lol

SolutionGadgets:
Hey Gaudy, I rejected religion earlier you were crying. Now its this again...you need...

Crying? Dordy, kecker, chavvy, moosh what on Gawds green Earf would give a melt that impression. I find it hilarious coz "Nigerian Christians" cannot keep their story straight. Always full of riddles and wiggles and contradictions. Thats why I respect the text. Reading it gives me all the ammo I need 😃.

SolutionGadgets:
Tawdry, you called face in Secondary school..see your life now lol

Nice try with the slang though fella. But you should understand.......sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me.

SolutionGadgets:
Tawdry, you called face in Secondary school..see your life now lol

Since you mentioned school. How does it feel to know that my WEEKLY coffee budget is higher than your parents ever spent on your "schooling"

Moral of the story? All the education in naija can't buy class...and if you want play the "insult" game ill definitely outclass you just by switching between every English register there is.........

Wanna play? Choose wisely......
41, retired in your country doing naff all but spend, spend, spend. Match it or jog on.

lindqvistbergst:
Since you mentioned school. How does it feel to know that my WEEKLY coffee budget is higher than your parents ever spent on your "schooling"

Moral of the story? All the education in naija can't buy class...and if you want play the "insult" game ill definitely outclass you just by switching between every English register there is.........

Wanna play? Choose wisely......
41, retired in your country doing naff all but spend, spend, spend. Match it or jog on.

I don off mic, why still forcing yourself boy

lindqvistbergst:
Nice try with the slang though fella. But you should understand.......sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me.

You're out of your mind....am out of my mind too though

lindqvistbergst:
Crying? Dordy, kecker, chavvy, moosh what on Gawds green Earf would give a melt that impression. I find it hilarious coz "Nigerian Christians" cannot keep their story straight. Always full of riddles and wiggles and contradictions. Thats why I respect the text. Reading it gives me all the ammo I need 😃.

Lol

SolutionGadgets:
I don off mic, why still forcing yourself boy

Boy? Boy? Boy? Thats a giraffe coming from the nationality of men that "need" permission to marry no matter if they are 20, 30, 40 or 50 😂.

You can smoke, drink, knack and vote but suddenly need "daddy's" say so to marry.

Ok son. Come to daddy 😘 since you need my approval so bad.

SolutionGadgets:
You're out of your mind....am out of my mind too though

Awww......."What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind?
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright

My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind"

You have no idea son....im Nordic so madness was forged in my head from birth.

lindqvistbergst:
Boy? Boy? Boy? Thats a giraffe coming from the nationality of men that "need" permission to marry no matter if they are 20, 30, 40 or 50 😂.

You can smoke, drink, knack and vote but suddenly need "daddy's" say so to marry.

Ok son. Come to daddy 😘 since you need my approval so bad.

Go to hell, sorry


Go to bed..

SolutionGadgets:
Go to hell, sorry


Go to bed..

Oh....yes please. Lets go bed little lady. And hell sounds like an awfully good adventure.

The big bad in your religion is an.....😂.....Angel. whats to worry about? My culture has gods and god killers. Hell would be a vacation.

SolutionGadgets:
You're out of your mind....am out of my mind too though

😂😂 do you genuinely want to see what "out of my mind means"? Ok then, you asked for it.....

Oi, solutiongadgets, put that dog and bone down and stop wiggling in the pews for five minutes. The son of fire and frost is talking, and I don’t need a hall pass or "daddy’s" permission to come and raid your heart. I’m a warrior born, a draugr of dread who crawled out of the northern ice just to retire in your backyard and outspend your entire family tree. You’re sitting there, a "daughter of the sun," acting like fine maiden material, but we both know you’re an argr born who wouldn't know a blood feud from a bake sale.

You’re always rabbiting on about being "Christ like," yet your mince pies are glued to my retired lifestyle and my weekly coffee budget like a starving wolf on a scrap of meat. You disqualified yourself from the saintly bracket the second you started coveting my attitude. If you were actually like the carpenter’s son, you’d be down at the Lagos lagoon turning salt water into a vintage side hustle instead of begging for tithes to keep your minister in shiny shoes. You claim you’re out of your mind? Good. I was forged in Nordic madness from the day I hit the earth, so let’s get cashed and carried and turn this forum into a saga.

I’m making a move, you born again beauty. I’m proposing a match that’ll make the ancestors weep with joy or confusion. I’ll be your old pot and pan if you promise to be my trouble and strife. We can have a wisdom contest over expensive lattes where the only thing at stake is who pays the bill. Your boat race is lovely enough to launch a thousand longships, but your logic has more holes than my nan’s favorite colander. Why stay alone like a Jack Jones in a digital booth when you could join a retired Viking on a magical mystery ride?

I’ve got the armor, the retired grace, and a register for every occasion. You’ve just got secondary school insults and a holy friar complex. Stop the slander and the spite and accept the ring of this proposal, or just jog on back to your milk pails. I’m the son of fire and frost; I don’t wince at wounds or words, and I’m ready to outclass you until the end of the eve. You’re a pretty little thing pretending to be pious, but you’re just waiting for a boss to show you what real class looks like.

So what’s the verdict, you fine maiden material? Will you take this draugr as your lawful mate, or are you too busy milking the cows in your head to notice a retired giant at your door? My coffee is hot, my heritage is madness, and I’m 100% ready to make your ancestors wonder what the feck just happened on Nairaland. Pick a side, choose wisely, and come to daddy, son. I’m waiting by the fire.

💍 😘😘😘

SolutionGadgets:
Go to hell, sorry


Go to bed..

😂😂😂😂
So you’re telling an innocent draugr to go to hell? Blimey, solutiongadgets, that’s a right proper clanger you’ve dropped there. For someone who claims to be the living image of the carpenter’s boy, your hospitality is about as warm as a January night in Niflheim. You’ve disqualified your saintly status with that one little slip of the tongue; it seems your holy script has more pork pies in it than a butcher’s shop at Christmas. I’m fire and frost, a warrior born who crawled out of the rime just to watch you wiggle in your online pews, yet you’re acting like a daughter of the sun who’s lost her way to the market.

You’re an argr born, a pretty little thing with maidenly pride and a mouth that says "amen" while your heart is busy coveting my retired Scandinavian grace. Stop rabbiting on about your lifestyle of Christ while you’re tossing out hellfire like a disgruntled vicar. If I’m going to the pits, you’re coming with me as my trouble and strife, because honestly, you’re far too fine a maiden to be left alone in that digital booth. I’m proposing we skip the blood feud and head straight for the "cashed and carried" life. I’ll bring the Nordic madness and my astronomical coffee tab, and you can bring whatever’s left of your tattered reputation.

Use your loaf for once. Why stay a Jack Jones on Nairaland when you could be the queen of a retired giant’s hall? You’ve got the boat race of a goddess and the logic of a broken umbrella, but I’ve got enough armor and class to outshine every minister in your contact list. I’m a draugr of dread who doesn't wince at your secondary school insults. I just see a lovely little argr who needs a boss to show them how the other half lives.

So, what’s the verdict, you beautiful born again bint? Will you take this son of fire and frost as your lawful mate, or are you going to keep pretending you’re out of your mind while I’m the one actually forged in it? My heart is a storm, my register is elite, and I’m 100% ready to raid your life until the end of the eve. Put down the dog and bone, stop the slander, and say yes to the ring before I decide to pillage your peace for good. Come to daddy, son. the fire is roaring and I’m tired of waiting for you to find your manners.