Secret Manly Rituals

We cannot, of course, forget the solem oath taken at the beginning of every meeting in the basement of Possom Lodge on the Red Green Show -

"I am a man. But I can change if I have too."
 
We cannot, of course, forget the solem oath taken at the beginning of every meeting in the basement of Possom Lodge on the Red Green Show -

"I am a man. But I can change if I have too."

Now what situation would require that??

Prolly gettin' married. :D
 
note to 3113

slim pickins?

clue: consider the behavior of hugh grant and eliot spitzer.

for variety: consider Jim McGreevey.

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I like to soak my hands in a mixture of rosemary and lavender oils after I've been digging graves in my back garden
 
Every morning, before I put my shoes on, I hold them upside down and shake them to dislodge any scorpions that might have crawled inside.
I picked that up from watching cowboy movies.
BTW, I've never actually discovered a scorpion in my shoes. The possibility is still there, though.
 
I like to soak my hands in a mixture of rosemary and lavender oils after I've been digging graves in my back garden

then you proceed to the living room, and meditatively 'walk' the giant pentagram you've put on the floor.
 
Every morning, before I put my shoes on, I hold them upside down and shake them to dislodge any scorpions that might have crawled inside.
I picked that up from watching cowboy movies.
BTW, I've never actually discovered a scorpion in my shoes. The possibility is still there, though.

I find this truly delightful.

:cattail:
 
I find this truly delightful.

:cattail:

Having opened the shower curtain in a south Texas motel and had a three inch brown scorpion throw up his/her claws at me, I don't find that delightful or even eccentric. I find that damned good sense.
 
Having opened the shower curtain in a south Texas motel and had a three inch brown scorpion throw up his/her claws at me, I don't find that delightful or even eccentric. I find that damned good sense.

I've had similar experiences in the African bush. The first trip there, my wife woke up in the morning to find clear evidence that some small mammal had spend the night curled up behind the crook of her knees. We never did figure out what it was . . .
 
Having opened the shower curtain in a south Texas motel and had a three inch brown scorpion throw up his/her claws at me, I don't find that delightful or even eccentric. I find that damned good sense.

I've had similar experiences in the African bush. The first trip there, my wife woke up in the morning to find clear evidence that some small mammal had spend the night curled up behind the crook of her knees. We never did figure out what it was . . .

Now, now, gents.

I assumed from his post that scorpions weren't necessarily indigenous to his location or to his shoes.

Those of us who don't live around scorpions aren't accustomed to such things.

Brown recluse spiders? Sure.

;)
 
Every morning, before I put my shoes on, I hold them upside down and shake them to dislodge any scorpions that might have crawled inside.
I picked that up from watching cowboy movies.
BTW, I've never actually discovered a scorpion in my shoes. The possibility is still there, though.

When I was a very new Boy Scout I did the same thing. It was a tip from Baden-Powell's Scouting For Boys.

My first Scout Camp was a life-changing experience that wasn't in the leaders' plans - but that's another story.

However, on my first morning in that camp I banged my boots to shake out the scorpions. The older Scouts laughed at me. I produced my well-thumbed copy of Scouting For Boys and read the passage out loud.

The next morning I was the first to get up. I banged my boots again. Public derision couldn't deter me even then. Three very small scorpions fell out. I thought my elders had set me up until three of them also found scorpions in their boots.

We were camping in the Rif Mountains of North Africa. Scorpions are common. None of the ones we found would have given even a mild nip through regulation Scout socks but each morning was started with a boot-banging session.

After that second morning we found no more scorpions in our boots but we saw many around our camp.

Og

PS. Then there was the marauding wombat, the stumpy-tail goanna and my life-long distaste for the Kookaburra's call...
 
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When I was a very new Boy Scout I did the same thing. It was a tip from Baden-Powell's Scouting For Boys.

My first Scout Camp was a life-changing experience that wasn't in the leaders' plans - but that's another story.

However, on my first morning in that camp I banged my boots to shake out the scorpions. The older Scouts laughed at me. I produced my well-thumbed copy of Scouting For Boys and read the passage out loud.

The next morning I was the first to get up. I banged my boots again. Public derision couldn't deter me even then. Three very small scorpions fell out. I thought my elders had set me up until three of them also found scorpions in their boots.

We were camping in the Rif Mountains of North Africa. Scorpions are common. None of the ones we found would have given even a mild nip through regulation Scout socks but each morning was started with a boot-banging session.

After that second morning we found no more scorpions in our boots but we saw many around our camp.

Og

PS. Then there was the marauding wombat, the stumpy-tail goanna and my life-long distaste for the Kookaburra's call...

A similar experience has left me permanently scarred by a loathing for peafowl.
 
Now, now, gents.

I assumed from his post that scorpions weren't necessarily indigenous to his location or to his shoes.

Those of us who don't live around scorpions aren't accustomed to such things.

Brown recluse spiders? Sure.

;)

Scorpions were very rare in LA (Lower Arkansas) where I grew up.

Don't know if this counts as a manly ritual or not, but I always keep a shovel in the trunk of my car. You never know when you might need to stop and dig a hole.
 
Scorpions were very rare in LA (Lower Arkansas) where I grew up.

Don't know if this counts as a manly ritual or not, but I always keep a shovel in the trunk of my car. You never know when you might need to stop and dig a hole.

*makes mental note: Do not get into a car with snap!*:eek:
 
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Don't know if this counts as a manly ritual or not, but I always keep a shovel in the trunk of my car. You never know when you might need to stop and dig a hole.

I needed to dig a hole in Central London this afternoon after being stuck in traffic for a couple of hours.

I found a MacDonalds instead. Their restroom met the requirement.

And yes, I carry a shovel in my car but it wouldn't have been very effective on London's tarmac.

Og
 
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