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I sat and moaned about "Fucking girls' films" all the way through the DVD of The Other Boleyn Girl last night, whilst farting loudly and grumbling every few minutes until eventually fucking it off for a bit of messing about on the computer in the Man Room. Grrrr.

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I sat and moaned about "Fucking girls' films" all the way through the DVD of The Other Boleyn Girl last night, whilst farting loudly and grumbling every few minutes until eventually fucking it off for a bit of messing about on the computer in the Man Room. Grrrr.

 

You're trying a bit too hard now Paul. Sounds like you're trying to prove something; you got something you'd like to get off your chest?

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I thought I was manly, working in a factory, using power tools to adjoin large pieces of metal to form larger metallic structures. On Friday, however, I walked past the coffee vending machine and overheard a lesbian telling two male colleagues that "there's no better sight than a big, juicy c--- in front of your face."

 

She is dyke; hear her roar (but not due to her sore feet as her shoes are quite comfortable, thankyou very much).

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I'll be piecing together 380 metres of railway track tomorrow using engineering trains, a bulldozer, a crane and some excavators. I'll be reading plans and shit to put the panels in the right place with a tolerance of about 10mm for error.

 

If something doesn't go wrong I'll be fucking amazed.

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I'll be piecing together 380 metres of railway track tomorrow using engineering trains, a bulldozer, a crane and some excavators. I'll be reading plans and shit to put the panels in the right place with a tolerance of about 10mm for error.

 

If something doesn't go wrong I'll be fucking amazed.

 

You could land a fackin' jumbo jet in that, I thought you worked under pressure ??

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I'm ok with the wallpaper stripping but the plastering; i'd normally neg for that as i suspect it's something you had to learn; real men just do it and know it'll be the shit when it's finished.

 

You're posting on the wrong thread Leeson. This one is called " I am man:hear me roar" not "I am a fanny:watch me moisturize my arse crack".

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A very manly and very hard day. Things may not have gone wrong but they fought as hard as they could against going right.

 

A crane nearly neutered me too. Grrrrrr.

 

Good mannage there, Stu. It's a struggle being a man sometimes, but we all have to keep on fighting. Grrrr.

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Good mannage there, Stu. It's a struggle being a man sometimes, but we all have to keep on fighting. Grrrr.
It's not very manly to acknowledge other men's feats. More likely you shrug to yourself knowing you could have done a much better job in half the time and give him a good ribbing. Grrrrr.
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It's not very manly to acknowledge other men's feats. More likely you shrug to yourself knowing you could have done a much better job in half the time and give him a good ribbing. Grrrrr.

 

Pfff, whatever. Grrrr.

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Gas barbecues are for gayers and homos. I barbecue the man's way, with lighter fuel, flames and glowing embers. Grrr.

 

It seems my rep to you was well deserved. It's not grilling if you don't burn off half your arm hairs.

 

While drunk this weekend, I headbutted a friend (that's how men say hello to other men), and he fell off his stool. Grrr. Also, I replaced roofing shingles at a friends house in 95 degree heat. Grrr.

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