Despite the fact that my mind knows otherwise, my heart is convinced that real men don’t drink coffee. You see, my mother is a four-cups-every-morning style coffee drinker, and my father never, ever touches the stuff, or any hot beverage. I doubt I have ever seen a mug in my father’s hand.
I am a big girl now, but that early idea of appropriate gendrer roles has stuck with me, though I know any number of men who drink coffee. Any one else end up with wierd gender stereotypes because of parental quirks?
I’m trying not to make any inferences about someone who, in the middle of a thread in which the subject of penises has never been mentioned, goes out of his way to inform everyone that his dick is not small.
Reel men are the guys at the theater that swap out the reels when one of them finishes. See, if you watch really closely, up in the right top corner of the screen, there’ll be this black dot…
Yeah, so what if it’s lame. Jam it, assbag.
You are both nuts. A reel man is the guy who lurches backward after the punch man gets hit, which happens after the actual star of the movie goes back to his trailer.
When the reel man is done, the fall man (sometimes known, of course, as the fall guy) comes in to complete the scene. This is why movies are so expensive to make, and why the credits are so long.
Real men bitterly regret Bell Telephone abandoning phone booths; because now we have no place to change into our costumes in order to fight for Truth, Justice & the Americam Way!
I can’t tell you how many times that’s been a nuisance to me.
YO-HO, ME HEARTIES! ALL HANDS ON DECK FOR THE MUSICAL BATTLE AT SEA!