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?
Trying to sound sensitive and impress the lady, Bob lets it be known that he is an egalitarian. Unfortunately for him, Betty has read her Bible.