@ChEsSrOoKeR2012 said in #10:
is that a joke or.....
(genuinely asking, sorry i have no braincells.)
Lol no it's not a joke, I have a life outside lichess (kind of)
@ChEsSrOoKeR2012 said in #10:
> is that a joke or.....
> (genuinely asking, sorry i have no braincells.)
Lol no it's not a joke, I have a life outside lichess (kind of)
@cham said in #11:
Lol no it's not a joke, I have a life outside lichess (kind of)
oh okay, really sorry. im kinda dumb.
(i was genuinely asking, not trying to offend you in any way.)
@cham said in #11:
> Lol no it's not a joke, I have a life outside lichess (kind of)
oh okay, really sorry. im kinda dumb.
(i was genuinely asking, not trying to offend you in any way.)
I think horsey just wants to feel like she is very special and is the only one for you. Horsey doesn’t need diamonds or gimmicks; just demonstrate that you are all in, forever.
I think horsey just wants to feel like she is very special and is the only one for you. Horsey doesn’t need diamonds or gimmicks; just demonstrate that you are all in, forever.
I will never propose to a woman. God would have to move every star in the universe into a single place put it on the scale. using her hand to balance the weight of my indifferent and sometimes canal stone heart from even dwell deeper then dauntes inferno and boiling with the fire of leviathan. Burning amber can only be cooled by the soft hand that God blessed. Sweeter then honey. Peace of God wrapped all in to a ring for her finger that so graciously touched my heart through God's loving mercy. For that is where I'll be. A instrument of God's stock for stock and balancing of the fields where seeds sow only dead fruit. Vines that only carry the pestilence of mans rotten soul. For that fruit is weighed by gold and gold for gold and the salt the earth. For they don't have anyone to pick the fields or eat the fruit for the generations of man died. For the fruit that was yielded was meldewed like that of the womb of her loin. For gold can't perduce men and like men can't produce fruit. For the field cannot be picked for it's all of the beast. So in these times many things will people say. "Thou must take the daughters of Bethlehem and so did." But all the daughters were like the field. There were no more men of fields. Then the lamb was sacrificed and seasons passed rain good weather. Still the womb had not yield. So to the men. And so to the mouths. So to the wives, husbands daughters. What you are asking is not weather to marry but to mate. For that you ask God. May you find him now amen
I will never propose to a woman. God would have to move every star in the universe into a single place put it on the scale. using her hand to balance the weight of my indifferent and sometimes canal stone heart from even dwell deeper then dauntes inferno and boiling with the fire of leviathan. Burning amber can only be cooled by the soft hand that God blessed. Sweeter then honey. Peace of God wrapped all in to a ring for her finger that so graciously touched my heart through God's loving mercy. For that is where I'll be. A instrument of God's stock for stock and balancing of the fields where seeds sow only dead fruit. Vines that only carry the pestilence of mans rotten soul. For that fruit is weighed by gold and gold for gold and the salt the earth. For they don't have anyone to pick the fields or eat the fruit for the generations of man died. For the fruit that was yielded was meldewed like that of the womb of her loin. For gold can't perduce men and like men can't produce fruit. For the field cannot be picked for it's all of the beast. So in these times many things will people say. "Thou must take the daughters of Bethlehem and so did." But all the daughters were like the field. There were no more men of fields. Then the lamb was sacrificed and seasons passed rain good weather. Still the womb had not yield. So to the men. And so to the mouths. So to the wives, husbands daughters. What you are asking is not weather to marry but to mate. For that you ask God. May you find him now amen
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@greenwoodcnty said in #14:
I will never propose to a woman. God would have to move every star in the universe into a single place put it on the scale. using her hand to balance the weight of my indifferent and sometimes canal stone heart from even dwell deeper then dauntes inferno and boiling with the fire of leviathan. Burning amber can only be cooled by the soft hand that God blessed. Sweeter then honey. Peace of God wrapped all in to a ring for her finger that so graciously touched my heart through God's loving mercy. For that is where I'll be. A instrument of God's stock for stock and balancing of the fields where seeds sow only dead fruit. Vines that only carry the pestilence of mans rotten soul. For that fruit is weighed by gold and gold for gold and the salt the earth. For they don't have anyone to pick the fields or eat the fruit for the generations of man died. For the fruit that was yielded was meldewed like that of the womb of her loin. For gold can't perduce men and like men can't produce fruit. For the field cannot be picked for it's all of the beast. So in these times many things will people say. "Thou must take the daughters of Bethlehem and so did." But all the daughters were like the field. There were no more men of fields. Then the lamb was sacrificed and seasons passed rain good weather. Still the womb had not yield. So to the men. And so to the mouths. So to the wives, husbands daughters. What you are asking is not weather to marry but to mate. For that you ask God. May you find him now amen
i ain't reading all that :P (no offense)
@greenwoodcnty said in #14:
> I will never propose to a woman. God would have to move every star in the universe into a single place put it on the scale. using her hand to balance the weight of my indifferent and sometimes canal stone heart from even dwell deeper then dauntes inferno and boiling with the fire of leviathan. Burning amber can only be cooled by the soft hand that God blessed. Sweeter then honey. Peace of God wrapped all in to a ring for her finger that so graciously touched my heart through God's loving mercy. For that is where I'll be. A instrument of God's stock for stock and balancing of the fields where seeds sow only dead fruit. Vines that only carry the pestilence of mans rotten soul. For that fruit is weighed by gold and gold for gold and the salt the earth. For they don't have anyone to pick the fields or eat the fruit for the generations of man died. For the fruit that was yielded was meldewed like that of the womb of her loin. For gold can't perduce men and like men can't produce fruit. For the field cannot be picked for it's all of the beast. So in these times many things will people say. "Thou must take the daughters of Bethlehem and so did." But all the daughters were like the field. There were no more men of fields. Then the lamb was sacrificed and seasons passed rain good weather. Still the womb had not yield. So to the men. And so to the mouths. So to the wives, husbands daughters. What you are asking is not weather to marry but to mate. For that you ask God. May you find him now amen
i ain't reading all that :P (no offense)
@Dhanishta_A said in #16:
i ain't reading all that :P (no offense)
Wait for my irrestitaable aura to kick in
even i feel like this sentence is cap
@Dhanishta_A said in #16:
> i ain't reading all that :P (no offense)
Wait for my irrestitaable aura to kick in
even i feel like this sentence is cap
Wait patiently for the right moment(Stalk if you have to) and ask her out
Wait patiently for the right moment(Stalk if you have to) and ask her out
@Kelvin306 said in #17:
Wait for my irrestitaable aura to kick in
even i feel like this sentence is cap
?
@Kelvin306 said in #17:
> Wait for my irrestitaable aura to kick in
> even i feel like this sentence is cap
?
Well its a inside joke, you dont need to get it
Well its a inside joke, you dont need to get it