Man Liberation Front : Man Liberation Front

This has to be the best social group ever.

 

It is. It's based on a TV show here. It's pretty fun: last week they were shown at the entrance of the venue where The Sound Of Music was being performed and tried to convince men not to go in and hang out to drink beer with them instead.

They set up a lot of traps too: they sent out a couple of girls at the mall under the guise of a promotion stunt by offering them a free face creme treatment. If they complied they'd come up to them and ask "What the hell are you doing?".

That's the idea of this group: convincing lap dog guys that there are easier ways to get into a girl's pants. I invited some Real Men first to spread the message. Thanks for joining. XD

 

Last night at the bar this guy next to me ordered a chocolate milk on the rocks.
Chocolate milk.
On the fucking rocks.

Okay, so he probably got suckered into being the designated driver. I'm all for dutiful behavior and designated drivers if that would mean that people feel safe about going out until morning. But chocolate milk with ice in a bar? I'm sorry but that just screams "NEW MAN!!!" all over. Chocolate milk belongs at the breakfast table.

So of course I bought him a dark beer. Better to have a brown late-night drink than a brown breakfast drink late at night, methinks. He drank half of it down, more out of appreciation than anything else but whatever. At least he didn't flat out ignore it.

The M!LF supports the designated driver protocol. It relieves most party people of the fear of getting home or sobering up before the cops pull out, and it saves a lot of life.
However, being the designated driver doesn't give you an excuse to turn pansy.
There are limits to how much we can tolerate and chocolate milk on the rocks is on the wrong side of it.

 

Chocolate milk on the rocks.
Pansy is an understatement.

 

Yesterday, I helped an old lady cross the street...then I took her home and nailed her.


MEN.

 

Today a friend came up to me and asked me for advice concerning women. He'd like to have a girlfriend for once in his life. First of all I of course tried to talk the idea out of him, with little success.
So instead I told him:
"The thing is you aim way too high. You want your girl to have the full package. That's a wrong attitude. Go for a 7 or 8..."
He didn't seem to understand this, until I added:
"...And leave anything higher to me."

ba-dum-tish

Seriously though. You can't expect to win the World Series without wrestling through the regionals first.

 

I've always stuck by the statement that getting laid isn't really as hard as people make it out to be, and neither is talking to girls in general.

 

uhhhhh hey

 

Shut up and join. You know you want to.