can we discuss mariage?will the notion deslove at some point

Just marry and fuck?

>I like X
>my country doesn't allow X
>other countries allow X
>should I kill myself?
Yes... Yes, you shoud.

>>9311685
Marriage as a legal institution makes no sense. It is a religious ceremony, an oath sworn on the names of the bride and groom, and God. Keep civil unions, if you must, for tax purposes. Leave marriage to the church. It's the only institution that actually gives a shit about it, anyways.

>>9311726
>marriage is a single-culture concept

Marriage differs across different cultures, Anon. You can't very well say it's a strictly Judeo-Christian concept.

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Don't tell "her" household, or your household, or your hut, village, or city, state, my liege;

only "she" deserves to know, what was desired at first listen, and then sight;

when it's done in secret, it's that much more enticing;

the dudette, or "dude" will be intoxicated by the magical mysticism of your snake, and rooster, and you of course will drink the holy water from her well, and sail around her owls.

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But at any rate,

Doris Day day, and friends say:

"keep dancing . . . then you can . . ."

Whatever the fuck that means . . .

Funny, in my country if you don't have sex before marriage you're socially prosecuted.

>>9311803
>niggas be like we wuz sarentino-esque poets n shit

>>9312625
*sorrentino

All marriages fail, because all love gives in. A great man once questioned:

>If what they say is, "Nothing is forever," then what makes, then what makes, then what makes, then what makes, what makes, then what makes, what makes love the exception?

>>9312456
Shave your neckbeard and we'll forgive you.

>>9311685
get out of /lit/

>>9312629

This afternoon's sun saw DARKNESS:

As the cats reeled in the NARCISSIST;

hearing a ballet through the window,

of two sandwich girls dancing.

he had an "Italian Hero" bread, and meat, only for the sake of being in the ladies presence; that two vanilla-cherry blonds composed, and fed him.

Giving it a mere 2.666 strawberries out of 5 cantaloupes.

The dude was pleased in his masochism of putting such inadequate femme hands in his mouth.

Later, he recommended the two lady-girls that they should try the French Villian; they haven't heard of it, neither did he,

so he took out a foot long solid ghost pepper between his legs, and poured some honey, and said,

"here, here, -

your lower lips are trembling, why not complete the French-faggot-frogs villainous sandwich".

Right when two soprano's jumped over the counter, and were about to grab hold of the sceptre, -

Their Lord, and Master, who gives them house, keep, and of course "sport".

Interceded, what could've been.

Still unzipped, The French Villian, was so cowardly, he took each of the fair maidens hand,

with knee two floor, and said "adieu, my v-c Belle's that need to be rung properly, with joy, gentleness, care, and enough thrusts to sink all unsinkable ships.

I shall see you in the morrow, next week, or never . . ."

And he fled, like a pussy with no rapier.

As the Lord, and Master was dumbfounded, and alerted the authorities of the insanity of women, and the MADMAN.