Guy: "Aw, come on Calvinia. Can I help it tulip-scented perfume makes me sneeze?"
Horse: "Call me a neigh-sayer, but a relationship between a Wesleyan boy and a Dutch Reformed girl seems doomed before it begins."
Guy: "How many Calvinists does it take to change an Arminian's light bulb? Don't bother, they don't even know it's dark. HAHAHAHA. Aww, c'mon Faith, where's the grace?
@Stranger and Henley: Nice. :)
Guy: "I'm just saying that, per the neo-Dooyeweerdian cosmological law of aesthetics, you should have blonde hair if we're going to date."
I'm just a girl who can't say no. I'm in a turrible fix.Boy: But you've said no to John 14:6 the whole time I've known you.
"Your name must be Grace, 'cause you're irresistible. Humph! I bet you say that to all the girls."
I know global warming worries you, but I can't stop the horse doing "that".
Guy: "But you're predestined to be my girl..."Gal: "I'm exercising my free-will..."
Guy: "But you're predestined to be my girl..."Gal: "Then you're predestined to be heart-broken, buster!"
You shouldn't horse around with primary colors.
Same poster as above:Guy: "But you're predestined to be my girl..."Gal: "I'm exercising my free-will..."ETA:Horse: "I told him not to date those Arminian gals, but he just never learns..."
"but Ruth darling, won't you let me be your Boaz?"
How am I supposed to know if I'm Supralapsarian or Infralapsarian if I don't even know what it means?