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Cat Forum / Health and Behavior / March 2006ot/Song of Songs
I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him. I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock. I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not. The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. I have charged you, O daughters, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love. > I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the > door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my [quoted text clipped - 10 lines] > powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what > are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love. *sigh* You are such a fruitcake, Barry. but we love him for it >> I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the >> door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my [quoted text clipped - 14 lines] > > You are such a fruitcake, Barry. > but we love him for it so you agree im a fruitcake? lol it's a story about a woman who dreamed her lover had returned. I love how she opens the door in her dream I just thought it was nice and had some depth to it; what I really liked is how the young maiden was truthful. It's hard to find an honest woman Matt, if you got one, hold on to her. > > but we love him for it > [quoted text clipped - 7 lines] > liked is how the young maiden was truthful. It's hard to find an honest > woman Matt, if you got one, hold on to her. Good advice. I hope you find an honest fruitcake to share your life with, and soon. And that the two of you will have many little fruitcakes. Hell, send me one at Christmas. > but we love him for it Yes we do. But, yes, nuttier than a fruitcake. > >> I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the > >> door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my [quoted text clipped - 14 lines] > > > > You are such a fruitcake, Barry. > But, yes, nuttier than a fruitcake. If fruitcakes are nutty, why aren't they called nutcakes?  SignatureWeb site: http://www.slywy.com/ Message board: http://www.slywy.com/phpBB2/ Journal: http://slywy.blogspot.com/ Would you rather have a mouth full of nuts or fruit ;-o >> But, yes, nuttier than a fruitcake. > > If fruitcakes are nutty, why aren't they called nutcakes? > > But, yes, nuttier than a fruitcake. > > If fruitcakes are nutty, why aren't they called nutcakes? An excellent point! Then I could call Barry a nutcake and he would not think I was challenging his masculinity. :) Can't you just see him going " ... hey, wait a minute, I am no fruit!" > An excellent point! Then I could call Barry a nutcake and he > would not think I was challenging his masculinity. :) Can't you > just see him going " ... hey, wait a minute, I am no fruit!" oooooh sh.t! ooooooh baby > > An excellent point! Then I could call Barry a nutcake and he > > would not think I was challenging his masculinity. :) Can't you > > just see him going " ... hey, wait a minute, I am no fruit!" > > oooooh sh.t! ooooooh baby lol I love it when you call me baby. GET A ROOM YOU TWO AND FIX THAT ITCH AND HOWL WOULD YOU :-D >> > An excellent point! Then I could call Barry a nutcake and he >> > would not think I was challenging his masculinity. :) Can't you [quoted text clipped - 5 lines] > > I love it when you call me baby. In article <TQYQf.75711$g47.41202@tornado.tampabay.rr.com>, "Matthew AKA NMR \( NO MORE RETAIL \)" <10 points a troll @linethetrollsup.com> wrote: > GET A ROOM YOU TWO AND FIX THAT ITCH AND HOWL WOULD YOU :-D And leave a peephole for Matthew! SignatureWeb site: http://www.slywy.com/ Message board: http://www.slywy.com/phpBB2/ Journal: http://slywy.blogspot.com/ Heck with the peep hole call in video crew time to make some money I would cut them in for at least 2% each > In article <TQYQf.75711$g47.41202@tornado.tampabay.rr.com>, > "Matthew AKA NMR \( NO MORE RETAIL \)" <10 points a troll [quoted text clipped - 3 lines] > > And leave a peephole for Matthew! > GET A ROOM YOU TWO AND FIX THAT ITCH AND HOWL WOULD YOU :-D Matthew, I am shocked. >> GET A ROOM YOU TWO AND FIX THAT ITCH AND HOWL WOULD YOU :-D > > Matthew, I am shocked. < sh@t eating grin > > >> GET A ROOM YOU TWO AND FIX THAT ITCH AND HOWL WOULD YOU :-D > > > > Matthew, I am shocked. > > < sh@t eating grin > You know Barry does not like this kind of talk. I am surprised he commented with that "7-hear-itch." I am sure he did not mean it. His heart is pure, you know. And my mind is not nearly as dirty as my language. > And my mind is not nearly as dirty as my language. I'm the opposite . . . SignatureWeb site: http://www.slywy.com/ Message board: http://www.slywy.com/phpBB2/ Journal: http://slywy.blogspot.com/ > > And my mind is not nearly as dirty as my language. > > I'm the opposite . . . I think you are probably the type men dream of! > < sh@t eating grin > What the hell are you looking at? What's your problem > > < sh@t eating grin > > > What the hell are you looking at? > > What's your problem Barry--I was playing with you--I called you a fruitcake as in, "you are a nut for posting Song of Songs in a cat group." But, in truth, it was no nuttier than my "howwllllllll" post, now was it. I didn't mean to insult you. >> < sh@t eating grin > > > What the hell are you looking at? If I knew I would not have the grin > What's your problem My wife can't keep up with my sex drive she can only last about 4 or 5 hours at least twice a day every other day and I can go at least six twice a day at least every day without any help from medication. I wear her out to quick. <giggle> > My wife can't keep up with my sex drive she can only last about 4 or 5 hours > at least twice a day every other day and I can go at least six twice a day > at least every day without any help from medication. I wear her out to > quick. <giggle> both ends? <snork> >> My wife can't keep up with my sex drive she can only last about 4 or 5 >> hours [quoted text clipped - 4 lines] > > both ends? That is a little to personal but she is always happy > <snork> > That is a little to personal but she is always happy tcht thct thct 12 hours of sex matt? every day? and you still manage to run all them wholesale shops? heh, kids say the darndest things ****************************************** > >> My wife can't keep up with my sex drive she can only last about 4 or 5 > >> hours [quoted text clipped - 8 lines] > > > <snork> I said it was a problem not that I had a solution <he he he> >> That is a little to personal but she is always happy > [quoted text clipped - 24 lines] >> >> > <snork> > That is a little to personal but she is always happy here's a free song for my pentance http://barryparrish.com/running.mp3 > < sh@t eating grin > omg! you've been freaked by the notorious cheryl_is_freak I have often been accused of being cheryl_is_freak even dogh boy, does not give me credit for that clown > I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the > door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my [quoted text clipped - 10 lines] > powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what > are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love. I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him. I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock. I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not. The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. I have charged you, O daughters, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love. > > I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the > > door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my [quoted text clipped - 31 lines] > > are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love. Okay, I get your point, already. Good job. |
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