I think that this song says it all!

From the IRISH ROVERS: Wasn’t That A Party!

Guys….Remember the good ole days when you had your own place?  Before some woman came into the picture and cleaned you and your pad up?  Remember waking up in that tattered old recliner hung over from the night before while some bitch whose name you do not know is naked sleeping in your bed?  Sitting on the table next to your overflowing ashtray is a plate with a peice of dried cold pizza and a half full can of beer that is now warm.  Remember that?  Remember reaching over and eating that cold pizza and drinking that warm beer?  Breakfast of Champions!

Warm Beer & Cold Pizza!  Man food.

It’s quite simple, I have a total of three, count them 3 main qualities I look for in a woman.

1. No Teeth (think about it)

2. No Voice (Obvious reasons)

And finally, drum roll please………………………………….

3. A Flat Head (somewhere to set my beer)

Who could ask for anything more?

I am a huge NASCAR fan, but I have grown tired of the way NASCAR officials have gone out of their way to immasculate the drivers.  What ever happend to the good ole days when hotter heads prevailed and some good ole boys went toe to toe off track over the on track action?

Remember after Richard Petty claimed a surprising victory in the 1979 Daytona 500, Donnie Allison, brother Bobby Allison and Cale Yarborough had a backstretch slugfest that CBS captured for everyone to see.

They punched, kicked, choked and slung helmets at each other, ending the telecast with one of the wildest fights in NASCAR history.

I wish NASCAR would let guys like Tony Stewart, Kevin Harvick, and Robby Gordon off their leashes and let em go at it like the old days.  This Politically Correct bullshit of warm and fuzzy feel good crap is really boring me to death.

In the meantime, let’s take a trip down memory lane to 1979 when men were men and race car drivers kicked ass!

Danica Patrick, need I say more?

Ladies….Read them, learn them, know them, and above all else………..Live them!

Learn to work the toilet seat. You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don’t hear us whining about you leaving it down.

Sometimes we are not thinking about you. Live with it.

Saturday = Sports

Crying is blackmail.

Ask for what you want. Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!

We don’t remember dates. Mark them on a calendar and remind us frequently.

Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

Check your oil! Please.

Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact all comments become null and void after 7 days.

If you think you’re fat, you probably are. Don’t ask us. We refuse to answer that question anymore.

If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.

Let us look. It doesn’t hurt anyone, to look. And for us, its genetic.

Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.

Christopher Columbus did not need directions, and neither do we.

ALL men see in only 16 colours. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a colour. We have no idea what mauve is.

We are not mind readers and we never will be.

If we ask what is wrong and you say “nothing,” we will believe you.

When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine.

You have enough clothes.

You have too many shoes.

It is neither in your best interest or ours to take any quiz together. No, it doesn’t matter which quiz.

BEER is as exciting for us as handbags are for you.

Thank you for reading this; Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight, but did you know we really don’t mind that, it’s like camping.

I wanted a blog that was more then political & not politically correct.  Todays society in America has been imasculating men for the sake of diversity and political correctness.  I want men to reclaim their testicles and declare to the world that we are men.  We Burp, We Fart, We Scratch Ourselves!  We like Beer, Bacon, & Bimbos.  Fast cars, fast women, dirty jokes, porn, guns,  and the noises our own bodies make. 

This blog is to celebrate everything that is Man!