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.