I had to ask the daughter what in the hell a "metrasexual" was and she explained. Thank God she's not married to one. Her husband, who is 29, has even less use for them than I do.
We're at a drug store the other day and I see a female clerk getting a propane tank out for another female. I'm on my way to my pickup truck and offer to help the young lady, who absolutely takes me up on the offer.
So I carry the full propane tank to the lady's car and see her husband sitting in the driver's seat, playing a GAME on his little smart phone. I ask the lady if her husband is handicapped, and she looks puzzled and says, "No."
"So, he's just a (popular slang word for female reproductive genitalia of the feline persuasion)," I say, causing the metrasexual's head to pop up from his little video game. This guy was in his late forties, mind you, and making his WIFE go in and pay for propane, then haul it to the car while he sat on his *** playing a video game!
Well, the metrasexual got a little urinated off and even got a little mouthy. I happened to be wearing a Gulf War veteran's ball cap and he pointed at it and said, "I suppose you think that hat makes you a tough guy?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing and was starting to get a little urinated off myself. "No," I told him. "It's what the military taught me that makes me a tough guy. And here's a hint (synonym for rectum plus "hole"): It wasn't video games."
He actually got out of the car and started walking up to me like he was gonna kick my ***! Instead, he started groveling about how he supports the troops and thanking me for my service and blah blah blah but that he didn't have to take this kind of (stuff) from me.
I just laughed all the way to my pickup. What was this nimrod going to do? Take a picture of me with his smart phone and pin it up on that metrasexual pintarest board or whatever it's called?
Where are all of these sissy men coming from?!?
I saw a great poster picture the other day that had Clint Eastwood in one of his old westerns and the caption, "The heroes we grew up with." Next to Clint was a shot of that little sissy that plays in the vampire movies and that sparkles, with the caption, "Today's heroes."
I see all this BS on the internet about calling our legislators to push for "anti-bullying" legislation. WTF?!? When we were growing up, if you got bullied you simply beat hell out of the bully and that stopped that. If you couldn't, then you deserved to get bullied--but I never saw the bully that couldn't be bested, and rather easily. Bullies are cowards and they are afraid of pain.
Nowadays, the metrasexuals say that "violence isn't the answer." I say, "The hell it isn't." A bully intimidates with the fear/promise of violence. Fine. Give the SOB what he thinks he wants and the bullying is over.
I see these metrasexuals everywhere. A gun scares a metrasexual the same way a penis scares Rosie O'Donnell. Metrasexuals have "brunch" at foo-foo places that serve what looks like parking-lot weeds dipped in exotic sauces surrounded by crackers. Real men eat pancakes for breakfast, cheeseburgers for lunch and steak for dinner.
Worst of all, what the hell are women seeing in these sissy boy metrasexuals that attracts them and makes them want to marry, and WORSE. . . reproduce?
1776? Could never happen today. Not enough real men left.