I am secure in my manliness. No matter how I dress, whether in greasy
coveralls, or in a spring frock which matches Mrs Squirrel's, I know my
dangly bits have not shriveled.

But, as you say, if I walk into the wrong place with the wrong outfit,
really bad things might happen. Best to keep a lee eye out for rocky
shoals, I always say.

Mike "Rocket J Squirrel" Elliott
71 Type 2: the Wonderbus
84 Westfalia: Mellow Yellow ("The Electrical Banana")
74 Utility Trailer. Ladybug Trailer, Inc., San Juan Capistrano
KG6RCR

On 4/27/2007 10:07 AM Robert Fisher wrote:

> --snip--
>> The Man Club? Totally stupid and inane. Mrs Squirrel felt that me
>> watching it was proof positive that I was an idiot. She's not wrong. But
>> in my defense, I stopped when Jimmy Kimmel departed.
> --snip--
>
> I think perhaps you're talking about "The Man Show"... and while I never
> watched it, I'd be inclined to agree with your assessment of it from the
> odd
> clips that I saw on the 'net. Personally I think that those two goofs are
> 'men' only by accident of their alleged genetics and equipment.
> I was talking about that group to which all naturally testicle-bearing
> humans are presumed to belong (thereby excluding the Mrs. Bobbitt types of
> the world), the assumption being that if you're wearing matching outfits
> with your wife you have defected and handed said items over to her for
> good.
> : )
>
> Cya,
> Robert
>
> (...now where did I put that flame suit- guess I should ask my wife.......)
>