A suit & tie and haircut down not make one "metrosexual".

That would be buffed nails and too tight clothing.

How about these poseurs in the gym who have to be in front of mirrors when they lift AND use a weight bench to rest their power drink bottle upon? I hate them all.

8% Metro...damn that creme' brulee!!!

My latest comment on that pic (which is being used as an advertising banner for one of the dating sites i'm on, to crosslink to other dating sites- of course i'm not getting a dime for it, but it's flattering just the same.)

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You are truly the most beautiful creature....

There's that beautiful word again. Hahaha.

I get about 60 email messages a day because of that pic. Had some 18yo chick from tennesee tell me last week she will never look at the ocean without thinking of my eyes again. Bwahahahahaha. ;)

metrosexual means if you thought nobody was looking you'd play the meat flute.

Double post sorry

I am 51% Metrosexual.

51%.

Dinner parties and creme brulee were my downfall...

I don't think of you as meterosexual, just, erm, what's a good word? Jet setish?

Meterosexual- that's the dude on page 1 of this thread with the purse.

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Blast! Damn you wife for making me apply a faux finish!

But don't be discouraged, Matt... you're still 84% real man.

exactly! not only gay looking on the outside, but a metro cant do an effen thing.

the only thing cantdrv55 did that was metro was to give a crap what the woman thought. well, caring is cool, but chatting about it with us...metro. chicks do that.

So what if I make Creme Brulee for all my dinner parties and have a lot of shoes :D

I can still build an engine.


http://forums.pelicanparts.com/uploa...1242844350.jpg

Do you just bust out with these or do you spend time polishing these gems for us? Just brilliant as always! :)

No, he's just very introspective.

i'm a little concerned by the implied okayedness with spending time with some OTHER part of a penis. Moses only identifies the business end but frankly spending time with EITHER end is a clue that women aren't your first choice.

not that there's anything wrong with that.

other than it being disgusting.

I am not familiar with the "other" end of a penis. And, no, I do not want to be enlightened.

Do you just borrow one for those special evenings with the wife?

As usual, a song comes to mind...

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.

[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]

This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.

[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" for
a while, then out]

Great Song by King Missile.

Maybe having two "ends" is normal? If so, I guess I'm a little embarassed about not having two ends. Ha ha, I was actually just joking, ha ha. Of course I have two ends, ha ha.

My right eye hurts.