A Man Called TastyNutz: a duck's perspective

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God, he was sexy. TastyNutz would post all kinds of threads on the board the duck visited. They almost always had to do with the size of his cock, how much every woman there would love to fuck him, or how energetically sexual he was. The women loved him. They were in awe of his cock, his tasty nuts, the way everything he said made them want to fuck. Everyone loved him except the manists.
The duck watched as the manists judged TastyNutz, telling him he was vapid and not the sexual reality he portrayed. TastyNutz ignored them, continuing to love the women, to tease and flirt with them.
The manists were angry. They didn't appreciate how TastyNutz undermined the plight of men in the world. They thought he was a joke. The duck watched the ensuing fight, the division of friends.
The duck enjoyed both the manists and TastyNutz. She thought they both chose the path they wanted. There was only one thing she wondered.
The duck wondered when the manists would realize that manism isn't choosing one path or the other. It's being able, having the wherewithal to make the choice, and reveling in that choice.

THE END
 
That's a good parable and as a manist I would like to declare to the duck that I make no judgement at all of TastyNutz, I enjoy his company and all the attentions he gets from the ladies. I find he enriches the board duckie visits.


Are you still in a huff with me?
 
I'm glad about that. So will you banter sometime, when you feel like it?

I thought your parable was about the mad Irish exiled architect to begin with.
 
No, I won't banter.

But, don't worry, sugah. The parable was most definitely not about you.

I still think you're the beesknees.
 
Illustrated by perquita as well, this might make a nice children's book. You'd have to change some of the nasty words, of course.

I thought your parable was about the mad Irish exiled architect to begin with.

As Groucho might say: "That's the most rediculous thing I ever hoid."
 
:rolleyes:

Is my parable particularly obtuse? Is my choice of duck-made vocabulary missing the mark?

think about it, busty. I'm sure you'll figure it out.
 
BustyTheClown said:
Forgive me, but what is a manist?

I'm a manist and I knew it wasn't about me. I'm both manist and masculine, most often in the first person.

But I admit I like poetry - and I admire the irishman's choice in it.
 
The Words of Red Green

(Sorry if our euro friends don't know this programme--it's Canadian, but can be found on many stations in the States)

The Man's Prayer

I'm a man.
But I can change.
If I have to.
I guess.
 
by the way

freescorfr said:
But I admit I like poetry - and I admire the irishman's choice in it.
How'd you do on that gay test thing? I'm thinking from the way you've been stalking me lately, we might, you know. . .You, me, the moonlight, the kilt?
 
I think you only change for sex.


PS... don't tease me, I'm a faghag
 
Everybody needs a goal, but I gotta say that felines have a track record of preying upon avians over the years, often stalking them before the fateful pounce.

That must mean something, but I'm still pondering the parable.
 
she's plucking my feathers one by one like I don't know she's a pussy.
 
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