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Get Flirty Images on yTagi! The person who was to become St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, was born in Wales about AD 385. His given name was Maewyn, and he almost didn't get the job of bishop of Ireland because he lacked the required scholarship. Far from being a saint, until he was 16, he considered himself a pagan. At that age, he was sold into slavery by a group of Irish marauders that raided his village. During his captivity, he became closer to God. He escaped from slavery after six years and went to Gaul where he studied in the monastery under St. Germain, bishop of Auxerre for a period of twelve years. During his training he became aware that his calling was to convert the pagans to Christianity. His wishes were to return to Ireland, to convert the native pagans to Christianity. But his superiors instead appointed St. Palladius. But two years later, Palladius transferred to Scotland. Patrick, having adopted that Christian name earlier, was then appointed as second bishop to Ireland. Patrick was quite successful at winning converts. And this fact upset the Celtic Druids. Patrick was arrested several times, but escaped each time. He traveled throughout Ireland, establishing monasteries across the country. He also set up schools and churches which would aid him in his conversion of the Irish country to Christianity. His mission in Ireland lasted for thirty years. After that time, Patrick retired to County Down. He died on March 17 in AD 461. That day has been commemorated as St. Patrick's Day ever since.
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Get this Graphic on yTagi! What do you call a smiling Roman with pubic hair between his teeth?Gladiator! (Glad he ate her)--------------------------------Do you know what the square root of 69 is?Ate something. (8.xxxxxxx....)--------------------------------But do you know what 6.9 is?A good thing fucked up by a period.--------------------------------What is 68?You do me and I owe you one.
Remember everyday to take your lover into your arms, kiss her, look her in the eyes, Tell her you love her and that she is your life and you could never live without her, Kiss her again like you mean it, and as she turns to walk away, slap her ass!Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:A maid of Dian's this advantage found,And his love-kindling fire did quickly steepIn a cold valley-fountain of that ground;Which borrow'd from this holy fire of LoveA dateless lively heat, still to endure,And grew a seething bath, which yet men proveAgainst strange maladies a sovereign cure.But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired,The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,And thither hied, a sad distemper'd guest,But found no cure: the bath for my help liesWhere Cupid got new fire--my mistress' eyes. Get this Graphic on yTagi!
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