I'd shake your hand and say hello but I'm afraid it might come away sticky...
I get my power from my ballz...as everyone here should already know.
You damned near killed. I mean it. I almost died choking. It would have been the best death I could ever hope for.
This is why I don't go to church. People always tryin' to get in my panties.
*the girl stirs then mumbles...Pastor/Priest looks at TH2346752 oddly..."She's, uh, she's speaking in tongues?"*
Thanks for the welcome AI and CK. Clav, I take issue with your logic (equating getting laid with murder on the sin-o-meter), but I respect your German genes. Cog and Noddy, I'm sure you two of all people will understand my interest in the beautiful rose that has blossomed in the midst of all this man-talk...and my affection for redheads should be apparent.
My beautiful and sweet rose...where to start?
*placing hands in a protective cup over Mr. Happy as a guard against any abuse being aimed his way at this very moment*
Well first, thanks for the welcome. There isn't much of a chance to get any of my baby-batter on you from only shaking hands with me. It's drilled into the males in my family starting at a young age not to waste any of it...that could mean less babies...and that just isn't acceptable.
It shouldn't be a surprise to you that people try to get in your panties at church...that's how the world is...and most churches are 'worldly'. It may take some effort, but you should be able to find a spirit-filled church where your panties won't be of interest to anybody. But if you can't find a good church, just get whatever good you can out of the church you attend. There may be a few guys who have their sights set on you, but if they are at church, they are probably the wholesome type...and you might enjoy getting to know them. My ancestors came from a small village in England...it has been passed down thru the family that there were times when over half the congregation were our kin...so I can vouch for the type of guys you are likely to meet at church. If they are anything like my kinfolk...good at growing food and making babies...they are harmless, and you have a good chance at finding someone who suits you.
My sweet rose...your beauty and innocence is intoxicating. Your sweetness is unimaginable. Your playfullness is adorable. But my young and tender rose, although your life is already full, remember that there is still more to learn. For example: not all Mandrakes are the same...and you would probably enjoy the uniqueness of each. I'm sure there are Mandrakes who don't hate roses. And if you will open your heart, you will see that some Mandrakes understand the nature of thorns. I'm absolutely positive that there is at least one Mandrake that would love the way your soft petals open to allow in the light and love of the universe.