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.

Hot Chick of the Day

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.

Justin Timberlake is Funny

It turned out that getting dumped by the train wreck that is Britney Spears' life was possibly the best thing to happen to Justin Timberlake. I can't think of two more divergent career paths. JT divorces from his past image as a boy-band pussy, and becomes a respected artist even doing tracks with Snoop Dogg and T-fuckin'-I. Britney went from the hottest chick alive to a really, really gross bitch with a pathetic ex-husband who thinks he can rap. I think the saying goes: you can take the girl out of the trailer, but you can't take the trailer out of the girl.

Anyway. here is another example of JT's ascension into male respectability. I just hope no guy gives this to my sister.

Hot Chick of the Day - XXXMas Edition

Fighting over Christmas presents always was a good time...

For Those Who Have Not Heard...

It seems that the saga involving the Bates masturbator has finally come to its sticky conclusion. This past Friday, 12/15, the supposed 'bator was apprehended by Bates security/Lewiston PD after being present at a Bates party and refusing to leave, claiming that he was "an undercover officer." Some of your Man Space scribes were present, but were unable to get a full on view of the man; no telling whether or not he was flaccid at the time of arrest. But we did arrive at said off-campus house as he was being subdued, so you could say that maybe he knew were coming, and decided to flee because he was a pussy. That's what we like to think, anyway.

It appears, then, that we will be without any masturbation incidents any longer at Bates this year, unless a new, power-stanced foe presents himself as a worthy adversary. Highly unlikely. While we're glad this guy has finally been captured--he is a sick fuck of the highest degree--we might somewhat miss the fact that he could be out there, J-ing at a Subway, or even a Quizno's. Scratch that: no way. Good riddance, pervert.

Also, I was scouring the Lewiston-Sun Journal for any type of print to confirm any of the above, and not surprisingly I didn't find anything. However, I did find this from about a month and a half ago. See if this sounds familiar:

The man exposed himself through a window in the Bates vicinity in the evening, and a few hours before that at the restaurant, Chick said. Subway employees saw the behavior and called police.

At Bates, students in a private residence near the college heard a banging noise on their window, according to an e-mail from Thomas Carey, director of Security and Campus Safety.

When the students went to see who was knocking on the window, they saw a naked, white man masturbating. The man covered his face during the act, then ran off. Authorities were called.

That is us! We're (in)famous? Maybe that is why so many townies come to our parties. Anyway, we hope this recent news helps you sleep well, and not worry that someone is at the side of your bed stroking it when you wake up.

God Bless Us, Everyone!

Right now, I don't think that little bastard Tiny Tim could put it any better. Sitting here in my room back in Philadelphia, waiting to eat a late breakfast that is being prepared by the ever so nice Ma Dukes, I can't believe that the inevitable week of hell that is dreaded by college students worldwide, is actually over. Freedom, as San Fran put it, has finally arrived. No more 15 page papers, no more all nighters, no more "study supplements", no more cigarettes (well...), and last but not least, no more slez-infested, mullet-munching, tooth-lacking, stash-rocking, nascar-wearing, merciless-masturbating, crack-crazed Lewiston! Surviving a semester in Lewiston is about the hardest thing to do in college. I cross my lucky stars to have made it through another one. I am just happy to be home, doing nothing, sleeping late, eating great food, strolling the floors of my house naked, hoping that my neighbors dont see, but also not really caring because they are lesbians. Basically, I am just a happy camper. I wish the best to all you out there who are finishing up exams, papers, jobs, porn careers, drug deals, whatever. Just remember, work hard, push through it, and it will all be over as quick as the masturbator is porchside.

Best Wishes and Happy Holidays Er'body!

Hot Chick of the Day - XXXMass Edition

I hope the holidays never end...

Finals Finished: Time To Get Really, Really Fucked Up

Frrrrreeeeeeeeeddddddddddooooooooooooooomm!

The conclusion of many of the "Worst Weeks of Our Lives" has finally come, and to say that we're a bit relieved would be an understatement. Turning in your final paper or exam is quite a cathartic experience: no matter how poorly you think that you've done, at least you've finally finished, and expunged yourself of the first semester. And now the real season starts; let's celebrate and get fucked up.

So Man Space wishes you a happy holidays, and even more importantly, a well deserved break from the hellish shitshow that is the end of a college semester. We hope you all enjoy catching up with your boys, medicating hangovers with home-cooked food, and rekindling any old flames, if that's your thing. But above all else: we hope you don't come across someone masturbating to you. That, my friends, is reserved for the glorious, drug-littered streets of Lewiston.

Hot Chick of the Day - XXXMas Edition

Feliz Navidad!

The Masturbator Strokes Again!

The lovely local life of Lewiston, Maine has once again entered our lives. Please, read on:

Well, it looks like our whacky friend has returned to the Bates campus to masturbate to female students once again. We would like to let you know that though this information was emailed out to the Bates community during the typing of this post, Man Space was informed beforehand of our most favorite unwanted visitor's philandering. Apparently, this time, he broke into an off-campus house, entered a girl's room, and was masturbating at the side of her bed. She awoke to find him there. Good God: that is fucking creepy. Unfortunately, the dipshit got away before any Bates students could cause him bodily harm, and security and the police are apparently on his trail. Whatever.

Here is a sample of what the Bates Announce email stated:

During the early hours of today, an unknown subject(UNSUB) entered an off-campus, privately owned apartment of several Bates College students. The students were asleep in the apartment at the time. The UNSUB described as a white male, brown hair, medium build, weighing approximately 175-200 lbs was masturbating next to one of the students when the student awoke to find him by the bed. The UNSUB then fled. The Lewsiton Police working with the students was able to create a composite picture of this UNSUB.

Also worth noting:

This composite picture is being placed at all dorms and major buildings. Should
anyone observe someone fitting this description and composite picture, please contact Security at 786-6111(from a non-campus phone) or 6111(from a campus phone). Security will call the LPD directly.

OK, what the hell is it with this UNSUB bullshit? We're all pretty sure this fucko is named S---- D----. You can view his "composite shot" right here. I think that I speak for most people in the Bates community that I'm getting pretty sick of all this crap. Can't these guys just go to the internet and jerk off to porn, instead of some chick sleeping? Seriously, how does this get this guy off? If that really is his fetish, why doesn't he check out SleepingBitch.com? Odds are the girls are definitely hotter than Bates chicks.

Anyway, with this incident occuring again, I really hope that I don't ever here another person bitch and moan if a Bates kid disrespects Lewiston; this place is Scumbag, USA. If you don't believe me, go to Wal-Mart at peak hours. I am all for a Facebook group titled "Lewiston Sucks" and other things of that ilk. Hell, our blog runs a themed group of posts titled "Why Lewiston Sucks" that will only be added to when we all get to return home for a month and get out of this town. If Bates students come to a town, they should not expect to run into random people masturbating on their porches or in their bedrooms, or expect to deal with locals who hate us because we are "privileged." I don't think that I should be forced to tolerate a place that only despises my existence, and I will happily continue to dislike and mock Lewiston.

We hope that if you do "cum" across the Mad Whacker, you drop a little line to your friends over here at Man Space before turning him into security or the police. Just like to see how he's doing. In the mean time, we look forward to our post three months from now when he has undoubtedly struck again, this time when a chick was taking a shit on the toilet.

Hot Chick of the Day - XXXMas Edition

Ho ho hoes!

I Wish I Knew How to Quit You, Michael J.

Bored in the library, I stumbled upon this YouTube clip.

Not too surprisingly, "Brokeback Mountain" is never going to headline a "Man Space Top 100 Movies List" no matter how well the film was made. Although I can't pinpoint the exact reason, there is just something about that movie--jeez, I don't know what--that just does not lend itself to a blog like this. But I've got to hand it to director Ang Lee: I don't know how the fuck he ever got Heath Ledger to spit on his hand and mock fuck Jake Gyllenhaal in the ass on camera. That is an achievement worthy of an Academy Award.

But, I think that it is a safe assumption that if the following movie ever did come out, it would be somewhere in the 50s.

Hot Chick of the Day - XXXMas Edition

Two for tasting?

Finals Suck and So do the Cowboys

Self portait, 2006.

If I took a class on how to be hungover, lazy, and useless, I would be Phi Beta Kappa no doubt. But because our school is so small, it lacks depth and variety in the courses that it offers; therefore I have resorted to being a history major which is very demanding. Because of this, San Fran and I were forced into taking a seminar that is about feminism, which is awesome! I can't tell you how much I love hearing a bunch of pissed off chicks complain about how men are pigs and how our society sucks, right on! Men suck and lesbians rule! So I have spent a whole day watching football to help stimulate some ideas for this fifteen-page paper that I have to write by Wednesday that is about the women's movement in the 60's. We also thought that some Pizza Hut and a little diarrhea (apparently something not all of us have experienced) would help bring profound thought to our alcohol-absorbed brains, which was also a genius move. But before long I realized that I wasn’t make much progress. So I thought that since I've been sitting here all day watching football with my computer on my lap maybe it would be a good idea to find some sources for the paper online. I thought of a website that really demonstrates the dynamics between male/female relationships, so I immediately went to teenstitsandass.com. I was surprised to see how many of those lovely young ladies seemed to love guys. How ironic for a paper on feminism? After my computer died twice and I exhausted all of these so called feminists sites, I decided I that maybe a change of scenery would give me a second wind. So I decided to make the move and get up from my chair and sit on the couch in front of me. It was a great call. I was closer to the TV and I felt more engaged with the work I was pursuing. Also, upon arriving at my new location, I looked up at the screen and noticed that the Saints, which will make me happy any day, were smoking the Cowboys. After getting a little exercise during the move, I felt a little less stressed about everything coming up this week.

Well right now Im getting pretty tired because it’s been a long day. So I think I am gonna celebrate my accomplishments by re-hydrating with a nice bottle of red wine. But it's merlot and I am not fucking drinking merlot. Just joking, I just wanted to say that. I actually will drink anything whenever, wherever, and out of whatever as long as there is alcohol in it. Well wish us all luck on our tough week ahead; day one is already under our belts, only five more to go!

Thoughts on Stuff...

So we had a little holiday party last night equipped with a tree, lights, Mistle Toe, a plastic Santa, hot chicks, and, of course, booze. Although we did not have enough to last the night (who thought that two handles of rum, four bottles of Peppermint Schnaps, a bottle of Johnny Walker, and three fuckin' kegs would not last past 1am?), I was able to be amply drunk enough that I smoked about 20 cigarettes, which was great.

One of the staple drinks of the holiday season is egg nog, and of course we made a few batches and I indulged in more than one glass. I actually really enjoyed the egg nog; it wasn't too heavy and tasted great. I thought it could not have been better. That is, of course, until I had horrible diarrhea today. I don't know what it was about the egg nog (maybe it was the nutmeg) but it made me shit like I haven't shat since last Tuesday afternoon. Combined with French toast, one egg, coffee, and some bacon from the Pop Shoppe and let's just say I had a pretty rough go around this morning (like 2pm).

Anyway, my point is: be careful about how much egg nog you consume this holiday season. Although it tastes great at the time, trust me that the next day your asshole will feel the effects. And unless it is going to guaruntee you some ass, I would suggest staying away from the bow(e)l of egg nog.

Rooney: eat a dick.

Also: After watching "60 Minutes" tonight (a pretty good episode, by the way), I realized that I despise Andy Rooney almost as much as Carrot Top. What the hell is up with that guy? He just did a segment on what he gets in the mail (surprisingly not a boatload of gay porn magazines) and started playing the kazoo. I always thought he was a smug bastard, but thank God for Ali G exposing his douchebaggyness awhile ago. I don't even know why this guy has a job; does he offer any type of insight to anything, other than how to act like an annoying pussy? I don't think so. I hope he gets herpes from a toilet seat.

Hot Chick of the Day - XXXMas Edition

I know here at ManSpace we pride ourselves on "keeping it classy", but let's just call this a wardrobe malfunction. Secondly, I'd like to make it known that the internet and cable in our house has been shut off, because we couldn't pay the bills. This has resulted in a lack of internet porn, and all the glorious things that accompany it. This being said, Yes...I did look at christmas themed porno pics in the library with other people sitting right next to me, and Yes...I may have j o'd shortly afterwards in the 3rd floor men's bathroom. But the point is, I did it for you! So whether you be at home or in the library, enjoy this titty guilt-free, you deserve it! Look at it as a celebration of the human form, not as the object of subjection that many would have you believe.

What Happens When Someone From Lewiston Gets a Hold of a Camera...

This would be a part of our "Why Lewiston Sucks" series, but we cannot verify the origin of this terrifying picture. All we can do for now is wonder...

Yeeeeeeeeee-haaaaaaaaaaaa

Hot Chick of the Day - XXXMas Edition

If I was Jack Frost I might be nippin at something more than just this chick's nose.

Hot Chick of the Day - XXXMas Edition

Looks like someone's getting their stocking stuffed with more than just a piece of coal.

To Bouge, or Not to Bouge...

In the most recent issue of our school newspaper an article was written that was extremely critical of people who induldge in the art of cigarette smoking. As a semi to full blown bouger (to say that I smoke a couple of cigarettes sober and a shitload when drunk) I was naturally annoyed about reading another cliche, anti-smoking attack. In the world we live in today, any discussion that promotes or at least accepts the smoking of cigarettes is an uphill battle. Supposedly there are some studies that say smoking is bad for you and everyone believes it...whaaaaatteeeeeveeer. Nah, I know cigarettes are bad, they are cancer causing, and obviously have some negative long term effect, so don't worry Im not pulling a Mel Gibson denial stunt here. I am an athelete, a bouging athelete at that. We may be a rare kind, but we are at least proud. If cigarettes had in any significant way impeded my ability to participate in sports, I tell you right now, I would have quit sports in a heart beat. But I got lucky and I was able to continue on my successful road as a below average-height allstar athelete. For all those atheletes out there who dont believe me, I am telling, you can bouge and still shred the nar, steez the slopes, lose football games, get crushed in baseball games, and kick ass in squash matches!. You might be saying "no way!", but believe me I have seen it with my own eyes. But enough about me. Lets get back to the subject.

So the author of this article states in his first few paragraphs that he has never smoked a cigarette. HOLD UP. How the hell can you be so critical of doing something that you have never tried. That would be like saying Europeans smell without ever having met one. It would be like saying Lewiston is a shithole without ever having been here, met someone from here, or at least tried Google imaging it. Even worse it would be like saying that you are from Boston, even though you don't even live within a 50 mile radius! My point is that you can't knock it until you rock it. I don't care if you have your first smoke and decide that it just ain't for you. Suck that puppy down and never do it again, be my guest, but just don't ever come to my house again. I tried crack once and it wasn't for me, so now I just sell it. There are always ways to work around the problem. At least I didn't go off and write an article, up on my high horse saying that crack is bad and that it causes problems, that would be ridiculous! We were all born with the ability to make our own choices and I am only here to try to preserve those liberties.

So now you may be thinking that I am just a walking advertisement for cigarettes...wrong (well if you hook me up with a couple of free packs maybe ill reconsider). I dont argue just for the sake of arguing, I actually believe things for reasons, bra. Here is an experiment that I have titled The Bouge Factor (BF), that will truly put to test the individuals who associate themselves with the Anti-Bouge Movement (ABM). There are three separate ways to approach this experient.

Number 1, The Booze Test
Please follows these steps accordingly

1) Pour out the equivelent of nine shots of Jack Daniels drinking liquid into three separate Solo cups.
2) Add precisely 1 cup of Coca-Cola to each Solo cup.
3) Drink all three cups within one hours time.
4) There is a mass exodus towards the side porch...
4) Ready for bouge!

Number Two, The Stress Test
Please follows these steps accordingly

1) Arrive at the library at 8am.
2) Proceed to sit at a computer and begin writing a 15 page paper on feminist theory.
3) Sit through the lunch hour and continue writing with exactly one bathroom break (you may choose what you do during that break, but only within the confines of the bathroom).
4) Continue through the dinner hour, now the library is really starting to suck, you step outside for a breath of fresh air...
5) Ready for bouge!

Number Three, The Yip/Romance Session
Please follows these steps accordingly

1) Go upstairs with our good friend BK and Co. and come out with a tingly mouth and a "I can take on the world attitude" OR
2) Take a babe/guy (your preference) upstairs to your room, and make the best out of it (hopefully much nieeccee) and when you are finished...
3) Ready for Bouge!

If you have have fully completed one of the three phases of the Bouge Factor experiment, then congratulations, you have achieved the title of Rookie-Bouger . If you have completed all three phases, then congratulations, you have achieved the title of Pro-Bouger. If you continue this streak for at least one month, then by God, you are a Pro-Bouger! In the rare case that you have completed all three phases, but did not complete the final step, then you my friend are most likely Amish, have at one point lived in the Bill, or should seek help immediately.

I hope that my words have enlightened some of you. Whether you take my advice or not, at least remember that deep down we are all friends. Bouger or Non-Bouger alike, cigarettes have been around since the days of our Fore Fathers. Do you really think Jefferson was able to write the entire Declaration of Independence without a friggin bouge break?? That would be like living in Lewiston for three days without having someone masturbate on your porch! It just wouldn't happen. So I would like to leave you with this:
(queue Scottish accent)
Some say that Philadelphia has wiped out Seven-Elevens and have smoked cigarettes by the hundreds! Others Say Philadelphia is 4'3 and I can blow smoke rings out of his arse! Well I am Philadelphia. And I see a school of college kids ready to defy a whole army of hippies! You may choose to pass, but at least realize that when you're old and lying in your beds, don't you wish you had one chance, just one chance, to say that they can take our lighters, but they can never take our Bouge!

Finals Are FUN!

Over the past couple of days I've been mired with a workload that just seems unbearbly huge. I thought to myself over and over - how the fuck am I ever going to finish all of this shit on time. I quickly became overwhelmed with feelings of despair, I even contemplated what my chosen method of suicide would be (shotgun to the face, if your interested, course I'd get folded first, but still). I was suddenly appalled by my own depression, so I began thinking about why I shouldn't be depressed - Why?!?! - Because finals are FUN!

Alright, so maybe spending sleepless nights pouring out my soul in black and white just to make more work for myself and my profs, has turned my mind into rotten nothingness, but alteast hear me out.

SMOOOOOKE! Never had a cigarette before? Here's a great oppurtunity. I just got done reading that article in the paper about how cigs are bad, well that shit is WRONG! Your lungs are good, ur young, this is the time when you need to start fuckin your body up. Old people got it made! You got a chair with wheels so that you never need to get up?!?! I'm walkin around on my legs like a schmuck! You got a repirator that breaths FOR YOU!?! And here I am gasping like a little bitch. You have an attractive 30' something nurse who wipes ur ass for you after you poo!?!? So bum that bugs, collect your change and take a walk to russle, strike a match - and let the motherfucker burn. Ask that skinny kid from Alaska about cigarettes - he'll have a bugs in ur mouth before you can say "but hey I grew up without soda or high sugar cereals, and I could only watch 2 hrs of TV a week."

Like vodka? Try some redbull! In a week or so you can combine these two ingredients and keep yourself bumpin till 7AM, assuming your heart doesnt explode in ur chest first.

Check some bitches! Ever noticed how the library is full of all these chicks you never see outside of the library, and they all got those terry cloth sweats that just hang off the curve of their ass? Well come finals, you'll be swimin in terry cloth. So take a look around, maybe just take one of those swivel chairs from the computers and have a spin, you will be amazed at the birdies hiding out in the library. Discover that fetish for glasses you never realized you had. San Fran can vouch for this. Maybe I'm silly, but the hot librarian look is just unresistable. Good luck fightin the urge to J.

Finals are also your chance to master the art of procrastination. Peruse the internet until your retnas burn, and you can regail your friends with news stories you read on CNN.com about a young turkish boy who got eaten by a pack of wild pigs, while his family had lunch. OR god forbid, check man-space out, and tell everyone else to do the same, we wanna get to the point where we can start making money with this thing, or atleast to the point where we can heavily influence the popular culture at Bates.

Finally, find some inspiration. Push it to the limit, your a smart kid- or else you wouldn't be here, so make use of that IQ and study up. You've spent all semester working hard, and yet your fate comes down to 2 weeks of effort, kinda sucks. Finals week is the time to prove to yourself that your better than this shit, get ready - cuz this is war.

I repeat, this is WAR! Get inspired you douchebags, make no mistake about it - you are at war. Thats right, you are in the battle of your life. Picture yourself storming the beaches of normandy, machine gun fire swarms above your head as you crawl across the sand. You make it to the back line, only to find a lowly freshman wandering around looking for the other half of his arm (Intro to anthro paper- 10pgs). You just scoff, i mean c'mon, 10 pages... anthro?! Its on the natives of papua new guinea you fuck, just make some shit up, no one knows what the fuck those people are about. You crawl ahead, to find a sophomore with his guts just hanging out, on the phone with his mommy - "I miss home mom, I miss chips our dog, Its cold, my butthole hurts" - pussy. Finally you make it to the front line. Juniors and Seniors are passin out camels, taken token samples of sand to bring home, this is fuckin vacation - its Europe baby! While the machine gunners take a break to reload, you pop your head up to get a good look at the enemy. Tweed coats, wierd 1940's style fedoras, facial hair, thick glasses, wierd sandals, and books, just tons of fuckin books. Yea you guessed right, its the Professors, those word loving, freedom hating commies. You look up and down the line, you see kids from your classes (some of whom you've never spoken a word to in your life), you also see your buddies, and that chick that usta give you handjobs freshman year, who you dont even say hi to anymore when you walk past her in the quad- (do you wino); and guess what? They're all lookin at you. You look back at them, and they already know what your thinking - BONG - everyone take a book - summarize it, we'll have that study guide done in no time, oh your doing that paper?- yea I already got 8 pages - you need to step it up son. Whoa! someone has a copy of last years test - better spread that around like its the clap (the fuckin airforce has arrived my friends, and they're droppin bombs on those pill boxes full of profs.) You grab ur rifle/laptop and storm those fuckin machine guns, your sprayin shots, puttin dots of heads like its a part of their religion, tossin nades, and lettin 'em burn. When the dust settles, its Friday night, finals are over, your tests are done, and the company happened to stumble upon a cache of whiskey and bouge those profs had been hidin- time to pop something and roll something cuz its winter break.

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All I want for Christmas is a tube of Astro and The Liberator.

Ghostridin' the Whip in Lewiston

The song below has turned into a new Man Space favorite. As the title would suggest, Mistah Fab wants us to ghostride, and ghostride we will. If you don't know what ghostriding is, it is a pretty simple concept; Mistah Fab basically explains it in the song, anyway.

(link for song: http://bboyflexi.imeem.com/music/JZ68I025/ghost_ride_it/)


Well, we tested out the Lewiston streets the other day for ghostriding and they were pretty receptive. Campus Ave. was treated to a decent show on Saturday around noon, hopefully one of many successful ghostrides. So keep your heads up, legs closed and eyes opened: you may see a dope, hunter green Subaru Legacy being ghostriden into the distance, disappearing as the sun descends into the Androscoggin.

And it looked infinitely better than this tool:

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I've turned into a big booty short fan for some reason. This girl is a reason why.

Hot Chick of the Day

What a hot car…

"A Crackhead Who Got Hold of the Wrong Stuff..."

With exams upon us, it is prime procrastination season, so there is a good chance that you will see a bevy of Man Space posts. In an effort to put off work as much as possible, I've been surfing YouTube regularly, especially after Boston and I realized that it was not kosher to look at porn clips in the library even if you're in the back room, and there are only guys in it. Oh well. Anyways, my perusing reminded me of one of my favorite YouTube clips of all-time, which I have provided below. It's difficult to put into words what is going on in this clip, but let's just say it has to do with a "leprachaun" in the hood. There are so many funny moments in this clip, but I'll just provide you with my favorite quotes:

"When you shine a light on it, it disappears."

'This wards off spells."

"This is a special leprachaun flute which has been passed down from thousands of years ago from my great, great grandfather, who was Irish."

"I wanna know where the gold at. I want the gold. Gimme the gold. I want the gold."

Well, I hope you are as entertained as I was.

Hot Chick of the Day

Now that is a great outfit for girls.

Man Space in Review: November

Well readership, it's unbelievably been one full month since the creation of Man Space. It's hard to believe that this little place on the Worldwide Web reserved for the finest of males has already existed for 30 days; it seemed like only a few days ago that we gave birth to Boston's brainchild. Since our first post, we've come along way, and the journey has taken many twists and turns. We realize with all your busy lives that it may be difficult to keep up with your Man Space daily, so we're here to fill you in on anything that you could have missed. Without further or do, here is a quick look at Man Space in November:

• We laughed at Borat. And substances abusers. And Bob Saget--kinda.
  
• We mused about off-campus living not once, not twice, but thrice!
• We discussed the compelling issue of the Platonic Sleepover. It was such a big deal, we even revisited it.
• We offered a shitload of advice on the following subjects: the Monday Blues, Procrastination, guys going out (1 and 2), what to do over Thanksgiving Break, where to steal toilet paper, and gambling, of course (no links necessary).
• We had part one of our probably 100,000 part series of "Why Lewiston, Maine Sucks."
• We discussed the greatest American holiday.
• We had part one of the bizarre "King Slezar of the Hill People" series. I don't even know what the hell this is, but I hope to see more.
• We are guys, and discussed sports: Bates football, how much the Eagles suck, and how gay (or not gay) Joe Buck and Troy Aikman are.
• And, recently: nice asses and final exams.
• There was also our creed.
  
• We even had a hot chick that wasn't that hot.
  
• And some dipshit masturbated on our porch!

Of course, you can view our full archives on the right, and our Hot Chick Archive just above it. We hope this helps you in your attempts to procrastinate during this exam period, and that December treats us just as well.