A Manly Blank

So I'm sitting here blank again.



It's odd. I change my life routine and all of a sudden I get writer's block. I can't think of shit to write.



Maybe I should write about happy things. Things that make me smile.



Maybe describing the colors of a rainbow.



Or maybe magical fairies.



Oh wait. Bad idea. Man, that was so gay.



OK, time for some anti-gay karma. Maybe I should think of stuff like Movies for Guys Who Like Movies. Tough guys stuff. That should make me manly.



Maybe I could put together some kind of special group of tough guys. These guys would represent all that is testosterone and sweat.

We could start with a burly construction worker.



Add in a cowboy. Cowboys like William Muny rule.



We should include a cop. To serve and protect. It's a tough job.



A noble savage would match too.



Oh oh. And a rough and tough marine.



And a biker. Can't get more male than a biker.



Put them all together and you'd have the dream team all-star lineup of men, right?



Shit. Guess I missed on that one.

Let me try this again.

Let's take Blade, the vampire killer.



Add in Dalton from Roadhouse.



And the drug lord, Victor Rosa.



We're surely to get a hairy-chested macho movie, right?



DAMMIT!

OK, one last try.

Mad Max, the post-apocalyptic Road Warrior. Drives a souped up car and beats the crap out of mohawked bad guys.



Also shaves his legs and waxes.



FUDGE!

I give up.