I'm sorry but that is not manly. Killing people from the safety of your killer plane from above is far from being manly.
Manly != stupidNot sure if this rates as manly or just stupid, but I saw my step-dad get fed up with a cyst on his left pec (almost a boil, poor guy had a hard time with cystic acne when he was a kid, still kinda haunts him) so he grabbed a Ruger Single Six in .22LR and basically used a bullet to lance it. He put two Bandaids over it and went back to work.
I was once hiking up a big hill / small mountain when I really really had to crap. I dropped down some boulders in front of something that, in retrospect, closely resembled a cave. I was about to drop my pants when I heard something that sounded suspiciously like a cougar's roar so, with a tight sphincter, I started to swear loudly and run/climb over 5ft. boulders faster than I thought I could run on flat ground. Wait, manly... :hmm:
In highschool I gave myself what would be a 2nd degree burn in our metal shop. I looked at it, cursed my stupidity, finished what I was doing, ran it under some water for a while, and walked to the nurse, in that order. It was on the upper arm by my elbow, so I couldn't see it, but the slacker teachers' pets hanging out in the office seemed to think it was a big deal.
And, by 10 years of age, they both knew that you don't take cheap shots with a bottle (or anything else) during a fight. That's something that a pansy/loser would do.
Manly != stupid
Din't know what the manliest thing that I ever done, but there are a few:
At 5 or 6 years old I ran out from my grand parents bomb shelter in the middle of a bombing raid (shells were falling all around my grand parents farm) to save my grand parents talking black bird (got into a lot of trouble from my aunt for it).
At 6 or 7 years old I cleaned a 3 or 4 years old wound with iodine and bandage it up for her (it was a really bad cut, she lost 1/2 of the first digit of her finger).
At around 8 years old I sew my self up after a bad cut with my mom sewing kit and used iodine to clean up the wound (gave myself 3 stitches).
At 12, I was drafted into the army to stop Pol Pot from killing innocent people.
At 12 years old my family and friends escaped the communist in a 27' wooden boat (19 people, adult and children) that wasn't completed. the deck was open and storm/waves water was rapidly coming in. I was the only one that was brave enough to climbed out on the deck and sealed it with rope and tar (my dad was too busy with the steering, the young captain was useless because he feared for his life and his family).
This guy wins.
Me? I've got to go get a prostate check, hey you have to be a man to get one. It counts!
so, you're kinda siding with neckbeard on the whole Anal penetration = manly notion?
:hmm:

Hey how many women you know need to get their prostate checked?
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Anne Coulter, probably?
