I found a jogging bra in a storage room of my high school theater. I hung it on the door to the prop room.
Working as a professional mechanic for many years.
Rebuilding a 1948 Ford pickup from the ground up.
Serious modifications to several other cars.
Various plumbing, electrical, and sheetrock projects.
Fathering the worlds greatest son.
I once pissed on a guy’s leg(s) in the shower at the YMCA. He was a real asshole and deserved it.
A couple things for me. First, I was doing volunteer work at a week-long workcamp with my church youth group. Usually it’s just fixing up homes in need of repair for the eldery, handicapped, and poor. Painting, drywall, sometimes building a handicap ramp. This time this woman’s house had been in a fire, and we were tasked with taking the entire house down to the floorboard and studs, as well as replacing the entire roof. EVERYthing was still in the house. We ended up with a huge mound of trash in the front yard when we were done, everything from a toilet and tub to pots and pans. Another group was supposed to come in to refurbish it, but tearing it down was awesome. lo.
Second one … the house didn’t have a garage, so of course ya gotta put a garage on, from scratch. And since you’re going from scratch ya might as well put a mechanic’s pit in. So there was lots and lots of digging, and leveling … then when the time came to pour the concrete, lowered the frame in. Two-thirds of the way through, SNAP. One side of the frame broke, heaping all the concrete over there into a big pile on the bottom. So the next two weekends involved a rented jackhammer to bangbangbangbang all that concrete out. Eight or so feet down, so had to knock it out, shovel it up to ground level, shovel it to the truck, drive to the dump, and shovel it out. Ouch. And then once that was done there wasn’t enough to warrant getting another concrete delivery – didn’t have the minimum. So into the driveway came piles of gravel and sand, and bags upon bags of dry concrete. Stir in a wheelbarrow, pour it in, repeat. For EIGHT HOURS until finally it was done.
And the kicker? This wasn’t my house; it was my friend’s. I was doing this because I wanted to. Now THAT is a guy thing! 
I don’t know - tearing out and replacing the entire suspension system on my Jeep by myself ranks right up there, I guess.
I could play all cool and detached and say it was the morning I crashed my motorcycle and ripped the hell out of my ankle, fibula, etc. I could talk about trying to walk on it and just sitting on the sidwalk waiting for the EMT’s after finding out it didn’t work the way it was supposed to. I could talk about how I was making jokes in the ambulance - right up until one of the EMT’s stuck me with that damned IV needle …
OK, but almost passing out from the sight of a needle after you’ve just had a motorcycle crash is a pretty “guy” thing, isn’t it?
Oooh. I feel so butch now. I think it’s time to go buy some red meat.
Don’t bother cooking it. That’d wreck the tale.
Y’all keep reminding me of things…
I’m a mechanical engineer now, but I’m also a Journeyman Machinist. There is nothing more satisfying than cutting thru a big hunk of steel in a milling machine, coolant spraying everywhere.
I misread the thread title as:
Your most ‘gry’ moment.
Ohhh, peeing on things counts? I’ve peed off or on:[ul]Pike’s Peak
The Golden Gate Bridge
The Berlin Wall
The Eiffel Tower
The Grand Canyon
The Queen Mary
[/ul] It’s a family thing. My Dad started it.
Har har har. 
If it’s any consolation, I’m a guy, I’m queer as a football bat, and I loves me some cowboys.
Mmmmm… cowboys…
Reminds me of another guy moment. Just tonight I was talking witha friend about pirate ninjas (complete with sound effects). Not too manly, I know, but when we tell his girlfriend the story, weird looks will follow, despite the fact that we both found it hilarious. I mean, what’s not to love? You got your pirates, and you got your ninjas, all in one nice little package. I may never get my monkey butler in this life time, but, with any luck, I will cross paths with pirate ninjas!