[Dogman]

Alright yoose females. Quit hijackin us mens threads with yur whinning an getchur skinny butts outta here. Iff ya kan’t stand the heat get outta the kitchun. Cuz this threads for men. You got it. Men lookin fur men to hike with. Men with BO. Men that like to smoke cigars, tell lies and fart around the camp fire. Make no mistake about this thread.

[4x4]

I Macgyvered shotgun shell for a fishing weight the other day at Deep Lake and caught one of its legendary Sturgeon. Roasted it slow over the f'ar and had a pretty good sup. Had a nightcap of corn squeezin's from the still.

[Slugman]

I'm drinking beer right now, and watching a re-run football game on the NFL network, so I must be a man. Cool.

[RayD]

scratches crotch...burps.

[treeswarper]

[Backpacker Joe]

Oh brother.

[ActionBetty]

Whatchya gonna do..huh?

[Layback]

Isn't farting around the camp fire dangerous?

[jenjen]

1) My tuckus ain't skinny. 2) I like cigars.

[11th Essential]

Ok, all men bow your head's as we say the Man's Prayer * "I'm a man, but I can change if I have to, I guess." For those of you not married, say it for those of us who are. We need it the most. * immortalized by Red Green as he closed each show http://www.cbc.ca/arts/story/2005/11/04/redgreen_051104.html

[Leopold]

I like to chase girls around the house, look up skirts and I clean (what's left of) my man jigglys a lot. Can I post here?

[Henchbot]

im dying at home, but Ive got a hot little asian nurse running around, pretending she cares. I feel......I dont know...not manly. Not lucky....just good. Actually I just checked...shes Japanese Irish. Now Im ready for Big Lebowski. (who in hell set this viral flu off in Seattle?)

[Quark]

I have BO, fart, smoke tabaccy n' tell lies - sometimes all at the same time. And I don't need no damn campfire's permission tell ' a wopper, neither! The last time I tried to be a lady was when I wore fancy nylons downtown (by the way, I oughta clarify for anyone who don't know - I'm a broad). Nice nylons, too, the kind with garters on 'em. It all went to hell when the garters snapped. I could feel the nylons slowly creeping down my legs. I had to boot some sleeping bums out of the doorways at 5th & Pike so I could duck in and scritch up the nylons without too many people seeing me. It was a lost cause however, because right there in front of the valet's driveway of the Sheraton on 6th & Union, they came down in a rubbery-nylon cloud, around my ankles. So now I'm back to one nostril blows on the sidewalk when I need to, farting and telling lies. It's a helluva lot easier.

[Alibi]

[Bryan K]

All Wheel Drive and Steering from the Red Green Show.