He penetrated her with a dove. Sick, sick I say!
I think there was too much of an intimidation factor to call it consent. The whole servant/Lord thing needs to be taken into consideration. We might go for a more lenient sentence, but I think we still need to prosecute.
This would definitely be a instance in time where quality falls short and the brain takes a dump.
You sir, rock.
Following in this trend, I suggest we all have a nice stiff drink.
Hey, baby, you’ve got to be good, giving, and game.
You’ve certainly given us a lot to think about.
Please get back to us after study hall.
I like to think of it as the condition of the fallen world we live in. God can pronounce judgment on the world at any time and that would mean our destruction, but by postponing judgment it allows us time to repent and turn to Him.
Ooo, one guest slamming another! It’s guest-on-guest action!
fatgail wins and advances to the next round. If God Exists, please enjoy your parting gifts: A month’s supply of Rice-A-Roni, the table-top edition of Family Feud, and a detention from your homeroom teacher.
fatgail, please stick around.
fatgail, if you need somebody to sponsor your membership, just say the word.
Consent about naming the brat. Not about getting the brat.
Pre-marital sex too. What would the wait until marriage people say? But I guess the old pledge didn’t work back then either.
I like the way you think.
Quick! Someone page **ComeToTheDarkSideWeHaveCookies **to the thread and we can have a nice snack, too!
No debate.
No OP.
Now the insults have started appearing
Closed.