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My pull from the weekend

I Hate Thesis

Just a few rambles from a non-Jew as I try to find ways not to work on my thesis and fart in the library so it will smell, but no one will know that I did it...

• I hate the Library Gnome. Of all the people at Bates that annoy me--and take my word for it, there are plenty--he might just top the list. Between the beard, the hair, and the size, the man is truly one of a kind (well, actually, I might know someone of similar proportions...but now is not the time for digressions). Too bad he might be the craziest nerd that I have ever seen. Every time someone accidentally sets off the alarm thing, he runs after them like an old woman who just had her bag stolen, except that she has a giant stick up her ass. I know I'm not alone out here. To you, Gnome, I give the picture below. I hope it makes you cry on your nylon stockings.
  

• I can't stand it when people who spend every minute of their waking day in the library use it as their social gathering place. Look, I have no problem with people that only do work; it isn't my style, but who gives a fuck, right? As long as they don't bother me, we're all good. But when groups of these kids sit around tables and yuk it up like they actually got laid this past weekend seriously irritates me. Shut up, I'm trying to work.
  
• Everytime I step outside of my house and walk the streets of Lewiston during the winter season, I get nautious.
• My thesis is a hopeless project that will consume me for the next month, and I think I'd rather have the entire school known that I have hemroids than have to finish it.
  
• I wish I had done some blow this past weekend.
• I wish it was still the weekend.
• I wish I was not in this horrible Rock-Cut Temples in Southeast Who Gives a Flying Fuck Anyway class. Easily the biggest botch of my entire Bates career. If this professor could be tenured, I legitimately think that I could be a respectable person.
• I think that Lewiston is the most god-forsaken place in the entire country. I would never want to go somewhere worse.
• March Madness is going to be incredible--I can't wait.

That's it for me. Sorry for the incoherence, but that pretty much sums up my state of hungoveredness/burned-out highness/tiredness. Better pieces will come in the week, and you can look forward to a thrilling biopic of the Commons Creep by one of your Man Space scribes. Enjoy your Monday; I know I won't.

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We tend to think that girls like these are what prevented us from keeping Man Space going. Yet I digress...

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Whats up fuckbags. Yea Yaco is right, we're having a revival. I think its pretty safe to assume that no one reads this thing any, though its had its moments. Anyway, I think we just need to get some momentum and get some posts up there to offer up a little inspiration. So forgive me for whatever dumb shit i'm about to write, but it is your fault that ur reading this. Let's just have a conversation, just you and me, or better yet why dont u just listen to the complaints a rambling jew....

So Hey, hows it goin? Yea I'm good. Things are going well despite the ever present squalor that surrounds me. Im taking a few classes at school, one of them is about rock temples. Ash, I can't believe you took 3 classes with this guy...sitting in that class is like being in vietnam allover again, I finally understand why all those veterans drink so much, I would've rolled my wheelchair over a fire escape long ago if it were me.

How about that thesis thing, that shit sucks. Man it blows..shitfuck. Its like a paper. It's always the last days of summer and I've been left out in the cold with no door to get back in. Cept I didn't have any poignant moments or bang that pyscho spanish broad or swim in coke money. I did do coke once though, it made me feel happy, the kind of happyness a man could chase for the rest of his life.

I was thinking that instead of gettin a job when i graduate, I should just be inthe mafia. In the movies they never seem like they have to do work. I know they get shot and beat with bats and that typa thing, but c'mon it can't be that dangerous. Yaco wants to go to hollywood if things dont pan out. i like that idea, Danny DeVito is gettin old, he needs a protege to pass the torch to.

whoa, a kid just walked by me who looks like a neo-nazi, also I've been farting silently while sittin next to this decent looking chick, Im not sure how i stand on that issue. U got two options - you can rip one real loud, but ur taking the risk that it doesnt smell bad. Thats the whole bark but no bite dilemma. I like a smelly fart, give a man a sense of accomplishment; loud farts just mean you forced it out.

I feel like the parties have sucked lately, schoolworks a killer.

I shit my pants in first grade, it was a real hassle. U know, cuz u dont wanna admit it at first, but how the hell do u keep a stinky turd sittin in ur pants a secret. Poopy smell soon enveloped the room. I'm just glad it was first grade, and not last year while at a bar in England.

When I was 13, I used my dad's credit card to look at internet porn (those were the pre-napster days- horrible). It was good for a day, but he quickly found out. The worst part was, it was his company credit card, so I'm pretty sure he had to talk to the accounting department about it. If my kid ever did that I would make him talk to the accounting department for me, that would teach that masturbating perv a lesson. Oh yea, and it was like a broad membership typa deal that happened to include a few gay porno sites too. I think that worried my dad more, fortunately I'm not gay, im pretty sure atleast, i think so, yea, yes, yea definetely, i'm just girly like.

So that seems like a good note to end on. Have fun with ur shit. i'll be at the Tangiers.

Return of the Slez's

Ladies and Gentlemen, Scumbags and Perverts...



We are back!

I know what you have all been thinking for the past couple of months; those Man-Space guys are full of shit. They write all these brilliant things about great asses, prude chicks, and fantastic sporting moments, and then just decide drop of the face of the earth like K-Dubs after two hours of drinking. All of us here at Man-Space sincerely apologize for this and can only hope that you give us a chance to redeem ourselves. Spring is peaking its head out of the garbage piles and crack dens here in Lewiston, so there will be lots to talk about in the months to come. Just imagine a beatuiful spring day here in the Lewy; the smell of warm beer, cigarettes, and meth flowing through the streets while beatiful babes stroll the sidewalks with their XXXL wife beaters and waist length mullets. Nascar fans and Masturbators enjoying long afternoons of watching our womens sports teams practice on the turf, sipping on Beast Ice and trimming their mustaches in the back of their '94 pickups. High Guy will be happier than a slez in a whore house to see all the beer cans rolling around our front lawn, just asking to be collected. And best of all, the Commons Creeper will be able to enjoy four hour BBQ sessions on the library lawn talking to grus old ladies and munching potato chips one at a time.

Ahhh, the joys of spring. I hope you are all as excited as I am!
Please join us in the last months of debauchery in our college careers, because I garauntee you that it will be one for the record books.

Keep on Bougin!
Good night and good luck.

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This is our back-to-school present for all of you who have already returned to college, or are coming back soon: a scantily-clad, school-girl whore.

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I knew there was something I forgot to add to my Christmas wish list.

We're Ba-ack...With A Vengance

Man Space has finally returned. We took a pretty serious break to recuperate our lives after nearly dying from finals. So we turned to booze to dull the pain and kill ourselves in another way. Regardless, the time has come to revive this little thing we call "Man Space". So now you can count on coming here and seeing hot chicks, reading about hangovers, and all the other things we love to vent about so much. Hello, 2007; be prepared for Man Space to take the last semester of our college by storm.

Man Space in Review: December

New Year's Eve, champange, and Asians: Good Times!

The end of the 2006 year oddly coincides with the conclusion of the second month in the history of Man Space. We hope that you celebrate both momentous occasions with ample amounts of alcohol. Considering how busy the month of December can be--what with Hannukah and all those other holidays--we figured that we would bring you up to speed on anything you might have missed on Man Space.

• Final exams really took its toll on Man Space. It affected us on the toilet, produced incoherent thoughts, and made us realize how much they suck (obviously). But when it was all said and done: FREEDOM!
• Our self-pleasuring friend stroked again! But, thankfully, he was finally apprehended.
• An easy gift for all guys to get their girl for Christmas.
  
• We provided some other YouTube entertainment, as well. Michael J. Fox, the ghostridin' phenomenon, and that odd leprachaun in the tree.
• Some drinking advice from Scurvy. And be careful with egg nog at the holidays.
• Ask yourself one question: can you really handle NOT smoking?
• A funny picture of a local Lewiston resident?
  
• And of course: we wished you a happy holiday season.

That's it from us in 2006. See you in 2007 (that is so weird), probably around January 6th, as we remain lazy as hell. Happy New Year, and we hope that none of your New Year's kisses give you herpes.

Previous Months in Review: November.

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Just like this girl, Man Space is "taking off" for a few more days. We'll be back full force after the New Year, but will post a month in review before the end of the month.