Thank God For The Female Body!

[Piccoli Fiori JMJ]

Jesus is the BESTEST boyfriend EVER!

[shelly_freak]

yeah he is, hes all i got for now. and im just fine with that

[DemonSlayer]

Who's dido?

[Paladin D]

Dido = slang for [b]"true that"[/b] or [b]"right on"[/b].

[Piccoli Fiori JMJ]

Jesus is all I ever want!

Guys go become priests and marry Mother CHurch!

:newlyweds:

[Paladin D]

[quote name='FutureNunJMJ' date='Jul 20 2004, 12:23 PM'] Guys go become priests and marry Mother CHurch! 

:newlyweds: [/quote]
That is harder than it sounds.

[shelly_freak]

awww so cute angie

[Piccoli Fiori JMJ]

lol... it's that pesky kid messing with the tie, right?

[P3chrmd]

I think Our Lady is the most BEAUTIFUL woman ever! Although we don't really know what she looks like...we know she is awsome! and BEAUTIFUL NOW!

[shelly_freak]

awww but hes just having fun

[Thy Geekdom Come]

[quote name='DemonSlayer' date='Jul 20 2004, 12:22 PM'] Who's dido? [/quote]
Dido was an ancient queen of Carthage in North Africa, who, according to the Roman poet Virgil, was a lover of Aeneas, Prince of Troy, who escaped his razed homeland with the help of Venus to go on and found a race which would become the Romans.

[Piccoli Fiori JMJ]

Mary is so beautiful that one of the seers said that one would want to die to see her again!

[mmmerf]

Either this will get peals of laughter, reams of criticism, or edited. But I saw the thread and had to post.

[b]The Female of the Species[/b]
[i]Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)[/i]

WHEN the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husbands, each confirms the other's tale—
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man, a bear in most relations—worm and savage otherwise,—
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.

Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger—Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue—to the scandal of The Sex!

But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.

She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity—must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions—not in these her honour dwells—
She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.

She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate.
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.

She is wedded to convictions—in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!—
He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.

Unprovoked and awful charges—even so the she-bear fights,
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons—even so the cobra bites,
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
And the victim writhes in anguish—like the Jesuit with the squaw!

So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of Abstract Justice—which no woman understands.

And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern—shall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.

[cathgirl]

[quote name='Raphael' date='Jul 20 2004, 12:14 PM'] What, like that girls go hunting for shoes in packs?

"Sale!"

*blows the war horn*

*surround the pair of shoes in a circle with a radius of twenty feet and start moving in slowly*

*hide behind store racks and shelves if spotted*

*pounce on the shoe*

*carry the shoes on a pole back to the village*

"Umbabawai-umbabawai..." [/quote]

[Piccoli Fiori JMJ]

Well, I think they go "hunting" together in packs anyways... especially the young ones in their teens...

But not me! I go shopping at Catholic/Christian stores!