Man Space

Man Space

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.