Praise Jah for big boobies. Lol
A funny idea about dating in the paradise...
by JW_Rogue 29 Replies latest social humour
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stuckinarut2
We might have reality TV style shows like "the Bachelor" where a dozen eligible "spiritual sisters" all contend for the love of the one "spiritual brother"?
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knowsnothing1
Eeny meeny miney Moe
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jws
knowsnothing1 wrote:
Eeny meeny miney Moe
Or, from the female perspective picking JW guys:
Larry, Curly, Shemp, Moe
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charonsdog
jHarmony?
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Wake Me Up Before You Jo-Ho
I find flaws attractive. Perfection gets dull fast. The paradisaical populous in the New World will feel like a sea of boring. Show me scars. Show me greys. Show me your soul. I want something that's going to take a lifetime to ponder over and figure out - not a cookie-cutter Truman-esque personality which I can find in everybody else.
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RubaDub
Someone who lives through Armageddon will of course have imperfect body parts initially.
As they move toward perfection, will women get firmer boobs and men who are not that well hung see their parts change? Will white brothers grow to the size of their black (African) brethren?
Any thoughts?
Rub a Dub
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LoveUniHateExams
Big A survivors will all walk around naked like Adam & Eve did before they sinned.
If a brother sees a pretty sister and likes the look of her cute little map of Tasmania then he will ask her out on a date.
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JW_Rogue
As they move toward perfection, will women get firmer boobs and men who are not that well hung see their parts change? Will white brothers grow to the size of their black (African) brethren?
LOL Perfect servants of God would never be so superficial. If all the ugly people are gone how will we know who's who?
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hybridous
So I wonder, why would perfect people have to spend time dating, to see if they're compatible and want to commit to each other?
I mean, if you're each at an optimum level of perfection, wouldn't you both know right away? Love (or not) at first sight.
Then if it's not a go, smile, shake hands, and resume picking fruit. If it's on, you blissfully skip away holding hands, thankful for that small intimacy in an eternal and sexless marriage that death will not rescue you from...