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I'm getting tired of the whole subject, which was just a bit of a lark for me, but my Metrosexual friend Andrew has more to say on the whole "what it means to be a man" theme for those of you who still give a rat's petard.

What a goofball!

If you have to ask yourself whether you're a real man, you aren't one. The quintessential trait of manliness is a profound lack of concern about whether you're truly a man.

As Shakespeare wrote: "Methinks he doth protest too much."
Posted by Jonathan on November 10, 2003 at 1:52 PM

I think you mean rat's patootie - a petard is something else entirely!
Posted by paladin on November 10, 2003 at 3:57 PM

Jonathan who is the goofball? Kim or Me?
Posted by Andrew Ian Dodge on November 10, 2003 at 3:59 PM

Strangely, for a Chinese guy who took the test, I rate as a redneck. Go figure.
Posted by Samuel Tai on November 10, 2003 at 9:08 PM

I'm also getting tired as hell and not gonna take it any more! (Which is why I am right here commenting on it!) Good link; thanks!
Posted by Eric Scheie on November 10, 2003 at 11:19 PM

I think you mean rat's patootie - a petard is something else entirely!

Posted by paladin at November 10, 2003 03:57 PM

Of course if your patootie can be used as a petard.

The other question is meaningless.
Posted by Jim on November 11, 2003 at 12:49 AM

I see rats in petards all the time. They usually ride on pink elephants with umbrellas.
Posted by Dean Esmay on November 11, 2003 at 2:48 AM

Its good to see Dean sees this whole thing with humerous bent I do. Its all rather amusing.
Posted by Andrew Ian Dodge on November 11, 2003 at 7:22 AM

Hmmm. Considering that "bent" used to have a specific colloquial meaning in Britain, I'm wondering if that was a Freudian slip there, Andrew. Heh heh heh...
Posted by Casey Tompkins on November 12, 2003 at 2:00 PM

the best way to spot a gay guy i've found is to think, If I was a woman , would i have sex with him?, if the answer is yes then he's obvoiusley gay
Posted by bob on December 22, 2003 at 12:48 AM

 

Poofter's Froth Wyoming Plans Ahead Lyrics
by Frank Zappa

Poofter's Froth, Wyoming
March Eleven Sixty-Seven
Take a letter
Miss Abetter
As our pigeons
Will be homing

To our jobbers in Dakota
And to Merwyn, Minnesota
This is merely just a note about
Performance to our quota

Well, we all come out
To show dem
An' the Elks have helped us
Load 'em
Little packets full of jackets
Little rackets, little rackets

Little Poofter - Cloth Appointments
Little Poofter's Froth Anointments
Little hoods, little goods,
Little doo-dads from the woods
The entire stock is shipping
Oh our shod is hardly slipping
To the markets of the world
Our wrinkled pennants are unfurled!

T-shirt racks, rubber snacks,
Poster rolls with matching tacks
Yes, a special beer for sports
(and paper cups that hold two quarts)

Everything a nation needs
For making hoopla while if feeds
The trash compactors, small reactors,
Mowers, blowers, throwers & the glowers:

This is Buy-Cent-Any-All Salute (HYULK!)
Two hundred years have gone ka-poot!
Ah but we have been astute!
Signed: Anon. - Wyo. Galoot!

 

You know a lot about poofters George.

 

Check out what I know about spanking in the Friday the 13th thread, John.

 

G always does that too... at least you give me an idea of *which thread*! LOL. I'll go see.

 

BUMP.