Hey, only a girlyman would listen to what his doctor tells him, if it would interfere with any manly pursuits.
A girlyman will admit he’s lost and ask for directions.
Hey, only a girlyman would listen to what his doctor tells him, if it would interfere with any manly pursuits.
A girlyman will admit he’s lost and ask for directions.
Your dermatologist is a girlyman.
You’ve probably even strayed into girlyman land if you give in to your wife’s demands to pull the car over so that she can ask for directions.
Oh, gawd, I’m a little bitch! ::
Pansy-ass yellow.
Girlymen signal their lane changes.
Girlymen use French words in normal conversation.
Girlymen read the manual.
-you’ve ever gasped.
-you’ve ever showered with shoes on.
-you can name more than 1 show on the Food Network.
-you’ve never spit indoors (brushing teeth doesn’t count).
-you’ve never swung an axe.
-you’ve never owned a pair of cleats.
-you’ve ever started a sentence with a tsk.
-you’ve ever said you’re “chilly.”
-you own a stuffed animal that was never alive.
-you pee sitting down.
-you’ve ever shaved your gnarly jungle of pubic hair.
-you’ve never wiped your ass with leaves.
Present company excluded, as, well, I’m guilty of six of those.
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One of Wellington’s threads lives on!
Everyone’s dermatologist is a girlyman.
You got a dermatologist? Girlyman.
Are you saying all of the above, or ANY of the above. Because I have a good friend who is 1 and 2 and is the least girly man person I know. Of course, the shopping he likes to do is generally related to house building type stuff or tools and the like. But he talks WAY too much about planes, his time in the service and his partying days with the good ole boys in Kentucky of his youth just to name a few “manly” things, to ever be considered a girlyman.
But the man is fun to go shopping with, and he can cook pretty well. Does his own gardening too. Come to think of it, my own darling granddad gardened and was anything but a girlyman.
Nope, nope nope. As a girl, I can tell you all that a true girly man is that clingy, blames women for his non-layable status, zero-personalitied creature known as the “Self Proclaimed Nice Guy”. SPNG[sup]tm[/sup]
NOT to be confused with a plain old “good man”, “decent man” or ordinary genuine nice guy.
REPEAT, NOT to be confused with a good man, a decent man or the genuine nice guy.
Hm. Judges?
Nope, sorry. He’s a girlyman.
Unless he is known to free-base buffalo jerky, beef jerky, or some other red-meat-based jerky product, then I’m afraid the judges’ decision will stand.
Does peeing sitting down count if your wife makes you scrub the bathroom walls at gunpoint if you don’t?
the only booze you drink is best described as a chocolate bar dipped in rum
Hmmm…
Well then, based on the many descriptions of what a girlyman is SUPPOSED to be as described by the guys here in this thread, methinks I’ll be saving myself for a girlyman instead of a so-called “real man”…
gasp My people!
Buying tools does not count as shopping unless he takes his wife.
Okay, I read the replies, and as my self-esteem sinked ever lower on the testosterone-level with each post, I have come to the outright conclusion that I must be a girly-man.
Case in point-
Oh Godddd…it’s all too horrible now to see.
Somebody save me, please.
Cheer up! I married a man like that–he’s not a girlyman.
Then again, he’s been in dozens of bar brawls, broken every bone in his body (usually after saying “Hey watch this!”), and insists on CARRYING ALL THE GROCERIES HIMSELF THANK YOU VERY MUCH. So I don’t know how much he rates as a girlyman.