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Monday, August 21, 2006

A Public Service Announcement by request

I received an email asking that I post a note encouraging guys who have man breasts to immediately cease wearing see-through t-shirts, particularly those thin-fabric ribbed tanks, commonly known as wife beaters.

As this (man breast) is something I am not a fan of, I had no problem posting this request.

So here you are.

10 Comments:

  • Bwah!

    By Anonymous Freddie, at 9:03 PM  

  • Oy ... women buying breasts. Men having breasts. Is this Miami or a circus??? :-)

    By Blogger Manola Blablablanik, at 9:17 PM  

  • Maybe we need to promote the "bro".

    By Anonymous og, at 11:45 PM  

  • i solved the jon benet ramsey case!

    By Blogger Crashtest Comic, at 6:09 AM  

  • His name is Robert Paulson

    By Anonymous Big Daddy, at 1:49 PM  

  • I could never see the point of 'wife beaters'. Is it an undershirt just for the sake of having an undershirt? Nothing skankier down here in the tropical climes of Houston than to see someone sweating through a dress shirt, and see that wife beater come into high relief.

    By Blogger El Capitan, at 4:48 PM  

  • Another request: please ask men to stop...er...fingering their zipper either before entering or after exiting the men's room. (Although, the fingering-the-zipper thing when exiting is a sure sign that said man doesn't wash his hands after "handling his business"--a good thing to know.)

    Sorry for the gross-out. But hopefully this message will stop some men from grossing the rest of us out.

    By Blogger Juliette, at 1:31 AM  

  • That post was desperately needed. It wouldn't be so bad if the ones who had the man breast didn't buy the cheaper brand of wife beater tshirt, which are thinner, which show the man breast off even more!

    By Blogger The Diary of Me, at 10:07 AM  

  • James,

    You just made me laugh until I almost choked. the man breast thing reminded of something Ill share with you and your readers.

    A few weeks back I was staying in Hollywood beach with the family. Aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews, parents ...the whole nine yards. On our second day there I went to gather all the older folks to go into the ocean for an afternoon swim. (the older folks are at that age where they feel a little more comfortable having me around when they take a dip.)

    my aunts and uncles all got ready and made their way to the beach and I headed out with them figuring my old man and my mom would follow.

    After about five minutes in the water, i see my old man way back at the hotel and he's not wearing his swim trunks but pants and a polo shirt. I wave for him to come on in. he waves back no. This happens about another two or three times.

    Finally i decide to get out and walk that long way back to the hotel from the shore and as Im getting close, about 30 yards or so, I yell at him "Come on dad lets go." He yells back "No."

    "why dad?" I yell back.

    "Youre mom wont let me." he yells back.

    Mind you, the hotel area is packed with people and we're basically screaming like prototypical cubans.

    "Doint be silly dad,' I yell back. "What do yo mean she wont let you?"

    "She says I cant go in the water unless I wear a tshirt."

    At this point, dad's pissed. he's 75 years old, relatively fit and has never liked people telling him what to do.

    I figure its because she doesnt want him to get sunburned.

    "Dad," i say, "Ive got sunblock, ill put some on your back and you wont need a shirt."

    "It's not the sun," he yells. And then, right there in front of the whole hotel population he yells "She says I look like I have tetas." Man tits.

    I almost lost it, but the old man was pissed and he was serious. I did mange to get him in the water that day, but only after a few minutes of his bitching about how he was not wearing no shirt in the water and if anyone didnt like his tetas they could all go to hell.

    Sheesh. Manbreats.

    By Blogger Val Prieto, at 3:08 PM  

  • OK, I'll try to forgo the fingering-the-zipper thing. Just don't ask me to avoid, "adjusting the merchandise" when it becomes necessary.

    By Blogger The Sarcasticynic, at 3:41 PM  

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