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The Mannune
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Entered on: October 30, 2003 9:28 PM by BigFatty
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This should be a good topic to get things flowing on JA. I want to start a Mannune, which is Fattyspeak for a commune for men. I envision small apartment-style quarters for its members, but they all share the gameroom. This gameroom would be the envy of the world. Large TVs, couches, recliners, Video games, pool tables, and crap. We should have a pool, a large pole barn to hold all the personal man toys (Motorcycles and boats and crap). The best thing about a Mannune is there will always be a dude around to do cool stuff - road trips, travel, gaming buddy, etc. Women would not be allowed in the common areas (unless they are strippers or they are shared with the rest of the members).
What more things should the Mannune include? Your suggestions will be helpful! |
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NEWS 134 - 3 Comments
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This sounds like a cross between a Boys Club of America and whatever club Richie's dad on Happy Days belonged to. You know, with the Grand Poobah? Anyway, it actually does sound pretty sweet. How much should one be expected to pay for this place, though? Actually, I think if it had a gym, I wouldn't feel so bad about wasting time there.
Start scouting land, Fatty! We're building a Manure! Err... Mannune!
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My buddy Todd emailed me back about the Mannune. His response was pretty good - worthy of posting and keeping the site alive!
Ah, the "Manune"! My son, my son ... how many weary souls before you have heard the bekoning call of a eutopic freedom only to be crushed by the cruel reality of the true weakness in men .... gettin' some! The truth is, all will agree and gladly follow. You can offer the greatest of all things; games, keg-erator, toys upon toys, constant companionship and one-on-one partners for Basketball, but .... in the end .... the smell of one sweet flower distroyed the tower of babel and all will flee.
True, there are a few exceptions in this world, stories mostly, of
women who will give a little and let you live, but, alas, .... the time is but a fleeting moment and, to put it in language you can understand, GAMEOVER! Then, .... you stand alone, the last one at closing time with only a two quarters left in your sweaty little hand as you gaze into your upright, classic, Zaxxon arcade machine and ask, "but why?".
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I have no idea what any of that means, man. This guy is operating on an entirely different plane than me. Are you sure you didn't run this through the babelizer before posting it?
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