Again, I am not saying that those participating are not Christian, as their salvation by faith is between them and God, just that they are failing miserably regarding the Biblical standard of modesty and decency.

Enrique, God couldn’t possibly be less concerned about your physical appetites and lusts; yours or anybody else’s. If your only standard for what a woman should be regards appearance, I’m certain that you’ll get exactly what you deserve. For myself, I’m blessed with a Proverbs 31 wife.

Why wouldn’t you want to sit at the dinner table with your plate of Cherokee’s famous barbecue and come face-to-face with a passerby’s penis as you gnaw on a drumstick?

If I had a nickel for every time someone has asked me that!

Thanks for not posting a video of them dancing.

Hening on August 6, 2007 at 2:47 PM

Well that proves their not Baptist… Baptist don’t dance… and as the old joke goes. Do you know why Baptist don’t make love standing up…… because somebody might think their dancing. (yeah I know… not funny … but I was raised Baptist so I’m allow to tell that joke)

Not clicking it, no sir!

A wise decision. I just lost my appetite for the next couple of days.

Where’s your God now?

Enrique on August 6, 2007 at 3:18 PM

Well, if you really MUST know, Enrique, I just got married to one of those “HOTTIES” on 7-7-07. She’s a dedicated Christian and (just like MM) she is a beautiful little 100-lb Filipina woman. Oh yeah, and BTW, she’s 25 years younger than me — and she IS HOT.

Not much doubt in my mind about my God’s whereabouts.

Oh, BTW, did AllahPundit get you your new Chicago Cubs T-shirt yet? It’s all the rage among atheists (chic to wear one), ya’know.

My collie says:

Now THERE’s a loserfest, if I ever SAW one.

Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful your sandaled feet,
O prince’s daughter!
Your graceful legs are like jewels,
the work of a craftsman’s hands.

2 Your navel is a rounded goblet
that never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is a mound of wheat
encircled by lilies.

3 Your breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.

4 Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon
by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
looking toward Damascus.

5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.
Your hair is like royal tapestry;
the king is held captive by its tresses.

6 How beautiful you are and how pleasing,
O love, with your delights!

7 Your stature is like that of the palm,
and your breasts like clusters of fruit.

8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree;
I will take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine,
the fragrance of your breath like apples,

9 and your mouth like the best wine.

Beloved
May the wine go straight to my lover,
flowing gently over lips and teeth. [a]
10 I belong to my lover,
and his desire is for me.

11 Come, my lover, let us go to the countryside,
let us spend the night in the villages. [b]

12 Let us go early to the vineyards
to see if the vines have budded,
if their blossoms have opened,
and if the pomegranates are in bloom—
there I will give you my love.

13 The mandrakes send out their fragrance,
and at our door is every delicacy,
both new and old,
that I have stored up for you, my lover.

Gettin down with the old testament.

Tim Burton on August 6, 2007 at 2:53 PM

Maybe you should quit looking in the backseat.

Whenever I catch one of those “Our God in an awesome God – ORDER NOW!” ads, there’s a TON of hot babes out there in the audience at these Christian rock concerts. Why couldn’t some of THEM be nudists? HUH????

Where’s your God now?

I keep looking for cute Christian girls who are single and come up short….

Are you sure these people are Christian, or is it just the constant cries of “Good Lord!!!!!” when unsuspecting person catches a glimpse?

Boob deodorant? “Ice Blue Secret” for sensitive nipples.

Thanks for not posting a video of them dancing.

We did, you do it.

right2bright on August 6, 2007 at 2:05 PM

That’s your problem. :-P

I’m obliged to look at only one slighty round, middle-aged female in the buff and that’s my lunch-retaining limit.