To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand The Bible. The humour is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of theoretical physics most of the jokes will go over a typical viewer's head. There's also Jesusβs nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven into his characterisation- his personal philosophy draws heavily from Narodnaya Volya literature, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these jokes, to realise that they're not just funny- they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who dislike The Bible truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the humour in Godβs existential catchphrase "Never trust anyone completely but God." which itself is a cryptic reference to Turgenev's Russian epic Fathers and Sons. I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as King James's genius wit unfolds itself on the pages. What fools.. how I pity them. π And yes by the way, I DO have a Bible tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It's for the ladies' eyes only- And even they have to demonstrate that they're within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand.
What happened to this ad? :(
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It's not gay with socks on
When I was 13 years old a buddy of mine tried to convince me to fool around. I wasn't into it, and he told me it's not gay if you're wearing socks. I didn't believe him, went home, and asked my dad.
That's 'gentleman's gay', hardly gay at all. Don't see it much these days.
The 50s were a different time. What were we to do? We were typical boarding school boys, rich with vigor, skin slick with drying sweat and gritty earth from a game of pigskin.
At night our young, virile bodies filled the dorm with sweet-musky vapors, like game-meat stewed with apple and peppercorn. You'd awake in darkness to the hushed, melodic rhythm of two pairs of white tube socks, barely visible in moonlight, bouncing on the hardwood floor.
The deep bond of male friendship played like a thousand different human instruments. The wet claps of skin on skin, the gentle thud of heads on backboards, frenzied cries in the throes of climax. Wilbur, so fat and soft like tapioca pudding. His breasts were so like the real thing, what we fantasized of our future wives. Unwilling, defenseless Wilbur, so slow and uncoordinated in the dark. 10 of us would glaze his bare, pink flesh like a giant raspberry danish. He once had the audacity to tell Headmaster Redford. But Redford was a Deerfield boy once, he understood. So he joined us on our midnight hog hunts.
Through college and years after we'd find time here and there, away from the wives at a family lake house. But it's been decades now - the times have certainly changed. If you wanted to do something private with another man, in your socks, it wasnβt βgayβ. It was just two men, celebrating each other's strength.
you vs the guy she tells you not to worry about
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you vs the guy she tells you not to worry about 
you vs the guy she tells you not to worry about
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Rania came to the wrong dongerhood
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ΰΌΌ ΒΊΩΝΒΊΰΌΌ ΒΊΩΝΒΊΰΌΌ ΒΊΩΝΒΊ ΰΌ½ΒΊΩΝΒΊ ΰΌ½ΒΊΩΝΒΊ ΰΌ½ YOU CAME TO THE WRONG DONGERHOOD, RANIA ΰΌΌ ΒΊΩΝΒΊΰΌΌ ΒΊΩΝΒΊΰΌΌ ΒΊΩΝΒΊΰΌΌ ΒΊΩΝΒΊ ΰΌ½ΒΊΩΝΒΊ ΰΌ½ΒΊΩΝΒΊ ΰΌ½
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Π Π£Π‘Π‘ΠΠΠ ΠΠΠ ΠΠ£ΠΠ’
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γ½ΰΌΌΰΊΩΝΰΊΰΌ½οΎ Π Π£Π‘Π‘ΠΠΠ ΠΠΠ ΠΠ£ΠΠ’ γ½ΰΌΌΰΊΩΝΰΊΰΌ½οΎ
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