Posted on 07/12/2006 10:39:54 AM PDT by Syco
Wussy ;^)
I can tell you weren't raised in the hills.
Nope, not raised in the hills. The bottom of my feet may be wussy, but from there up it's all USDA approved American Man!
Bump for the wife.
Remind me if I ever challenge you to a fight to specify that it takes place on a bed of hot coals. ;^)
BAREFOOT!
No campfire dancing for me, dude!
I have always taken pride in being a knuckle dragging neadthal to the feminist types. Actually when I get a whiff that they are feminist types I actually pour it on just to make them get the vapors.
Sigh... and just when I was "getting in touch with my Inner Woman."
The definition of a man, by a great poet:
"If"
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
By Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936).
When I start to get stanky, I just rub some more dirt in my armpits! Gives off that earthy smell and drives the women nuts!
If you are traipsing about the woods in hunting season wearing only panties, you deserve to be shot in the butt.
Got in touch with my "inner woman" when I was 8. Strangled it.
I'm all for the resurgence of "manliness" and I hope to play a role. But I'm going to have to run it by the wife first.
Naw...he doesn't like real guns. Real men shoot.
"the perpetrators fo these societal trends are trying to destroy our society and replace it with a Marxist one."
I thank God every day that it's finally getting it's jsut deserts: the backlash has thankfully begun. I'm behind it all the way.
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