May 13 2009
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“ I have my room and to paraphrase Finley Peter Dunne women, children and prohibitionists had best stay out of it. It has dead animals on the floors and walls, a big brass spitoon, a wood stove, a lezy boy and a stereo system that is capable of rattling the b—— of a brass monkey at three hundred yards and it is a place that my friends and I can listen to blues and drink Rye Whiskey without being bothered. Don’t bother to show up if ya’are thinking of showing up with a bottle of wine unless you are there to hang out with my wife upstairs.
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Man caves let guys hide out with friends and toys — and dead animals, while spitting in their spitoons, sipping rye whiskey, from their lezy boys ,and rattling the bollocks off brass monkeys with their KICK ASS stereos blasting Don McLean, no doubt.
READ THE SIGN, PEOPLE: NO GIRLS, CHILDREN, OR WINE DRINKING FAGGOTS ALLOWED!!!
