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... bending over the alley behind the club.

Doesn't matter

joined a MAN club

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Doesn't matter

joined a MAN club

Thats the spirit. Great attitude. Take it like a MAN, pay your dues, work your way up and one day you'll be the one wiping some poor asshole's blood off your dick.

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Number of fights been in (one point each):8
Number of fights won (one point each):7

Rejected for being Indonesian.

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I'm Veir, self proclaimed King of Trolls. My own image of godliness is only contested by my manliness. I'm 19 and working at Walmart as an unloader/stocker. We're severely underhanded leading to a lot of overtime for me, usually 11-12 hour days. I may join the military if I don't get the grants I need for schooling, so that's a large possibility.

Number of fights been in (one point each): 12
Number of fights won (one point each): 4
Number of girls slept with (one point each): 3
Ever owned a motorcycle: No
Ever owned a muscle car: No, I walk everywhere.
Have plans, are currently in, or have been in the military: Will possibly join the USAF.
Do you have a physically demanding or dirty job (if yes, list job): Yes, I haul around pallets of dog food, usually over 1000 pounds (granted I'm using a pallet jack to do so.)
Number of guns in YOUR household (one point each): 4
Number of times threatened by a girls boyfriend (one point each): 7
Do you normally have facial hair: Yes
Do you regularly wear sunglasses: Yes
Do you regularly wear a leather jacket: Yes (though not now because it's fucking hot.)
Can you play either guitar, bass, or drums (one point for each, list which ones): No, but I write songs.

Review my case dicks.

Quote from Nish

Thats the spirit. Great attitude. Take it like a MAN, pay your dues, work your way up and one day you'll be the one wiping some poor asshole's blood off your dick.

Oh how I dream of this to come sooner!

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Review my case dicks.

You get additional points for admitting to losing more fights than winning. 3 girls is a believable number for 19.

4 guns? Pics and you're in.

Quote from Smile

Oh how I dream of this to come sooner!

Patience is a vital sign of testosterone.

Gun 1:


Gun 2:


Guns 3 and 4:

Steroids shrink your balls. So your entry is still under scrutiny.

Machine > Man

Number of fights been in (one point each): Every week on Fridays. And one in primary school, where I fought without hands.
Number of fights won (one point each): 3
Number of girls slept with (one point each): 1. I call her Pillow.
Ever owned a motorcycle: Does a motorized bike count?
Ever owned a muscle car: Perhaps in the future.
Have plans, are currently in, or have been in the military: If my dream of becoming an Engineer fails, why not?
Do you have a physically demanding or dirty job (if yes, list job): Taking public transport.
Number of guns in YOUR household (one point each): 8.
Number of times threatened by a girls boyfriend (one point each): I have too much charm to be threatened.
Do you normally have facial hair: Yes. I don't know how to shave.
Do you regularly wear sunglasses: I have three pair of glasses. One for each different time of day. But only when I'm in America.
Do you regularly wear a leather jacket: Field jackets.
Can you play either guitar, bass, or drums (one point for each, list which ones): I know how to play Happy Birthday, Mary Had A Little Lamb, and When The Saints Go Marching in on the guitar; which are incredibly popular with the ladies. I am inclined to try it on the drums.

Number of fights been in (one point each): I wouldn't say I've been in any "official" fights. I was that quiet kid in school who everyone thought was the quiet guy that would end up flipping shit and shooting up the place, so no one really bothered me. On a few occasions people did think I was just some kid waiting to be bullied. Nahhhhh. Instance 1: This kid pushed me into the chalkboard during class one time. Well I felt it was the wrong time to do shit, so I waited until I saw him outside at the end of the day when there were too many kids around for any teachers to notice anything right off. This is the kid that fronts like he's a black belt in Karate or some shit. He walks up to me, I say some shit, he swings at me with a haymaker and I go under his arm, hyper extend it, and use his wait to flip him over my shoulder causing him to land on his back, knock the wind out of him, and receive a bloody nose from yours truly. Instance 2: Some kid thought it would be neat to fuck with me in front of this girl he wanted to talk to but instead she was talking to me. We were standing on top of this steep hill outside and he pushed me. I took two steps down the hill and when I came back up he tried the shit again and I caught him with a neat leg swipe and ended up pushing him down the hill back first which was neato because when he landed at the bottom his shoes flew off. He didn't feel like coming up the hill anymore. Instance 3: This one kid thought it would be cute to talk shit to me during class one time and somehow or another I ended up backing him into the corner (I have the God build when it comes to body structure. I have a huge neck, broad shoulders, and a massive chest. So when I'm in your face and you're about as tall as me it's understandable to be intimidated). He still felt like talking mad shit so I punched him in the nose (U c that cummin?). That was the end of that. He never gave me any shit after that. Instance 4: This guy in Biology thought it would be cute to call me gay, so I stood up (he was like 5'2" to my 5'6") and told him to shut the fuck up before I throw his midget ass across the classroom. That's no joke. He was like a Uganda child in the sense of weight, so there is no way he could have weighed anymore than 120 pounds which would have made it exceptionally easy for me to lift him up and throw him over a table.

Number of fights won (one point each): Out of the instances I was in I would be considered the "winner" of all four of them.

Number of girls slept with (one point each): Eh two? One was my old girlfriend but she was a slut who would fuck anything that had the capability, so im not sure if that's worth a whole point. It's like a freebie.

Ever owned a motorcycle: Nahdood.

Ever owned a muscle car: Nahdood.

Have plans, are currently in, or have been in the military: Trying to get into the Army. I'm either going to try to do IT if I decide to focus on my career after the service on say fuck that shit and go for Special Forces. I'm not certain which I want to do yet.

Do you have a physically demanding or dirty job (if yes, list job): I work overnight at Sam's Club. Which is overnight so I'm already on the shit shift, and since people buy shit in bulk it usually ranges from 10-80 pounds. Moving 40 containers of oil sucks dick when they weigh 40 pounds each.

Number of guns in YOUR household (one point each): None in this house, about seven in my other house.

Number of times threatened by a girls boyfriend (one point each): Maybe twice. People were never really cocky to me at all. Like I said previously, I was that quiet kid that people thought would pull a knife on them and rip out their insides while they were still alive.

Do you normally have facial hair: I looked like Wolverine about a week ago before I finally got around to shaving. I don't look like Scarecrow though lol.

Do you regularly wear sunglasses: Nahdood. Fuck sunlight.

Do you regularly wear a leather jacket: I haven't had a leather jacket in ages. I have cooler seasonal apparel.

Can you play either guitar, bass, or drums (one point for each, list which ones): Nahdood. Bass and drums are for losers.

Feats of Strength:
1- I got so fucked up one night on several different types of alcohol. I literally finished five bottles and did at least 20 shots. When I say finished bottles I mean after my girlfriend told everyone to stop pouring me shots. So they handed me bottles instead. Needless to say I ended up throwing up a LOT. I woke up, puked dry blood, and went home. To this day everyone at that party agrees that my chest hairs have a comb over.

2- This kid pissed me off so I told him that I was going to go buy a sledge hammer and keep it in my car in case I ever saw him again. I dind't want to kill him, I just wanted to know what it sounded like when you crush someone's fingers with a sledge hammer.

3- Instead of fucking a ton of chicks, I tend to keep a nifty array of female friends who I swear I could fuck if I wanted to. Idk it's hard to explain. I respect relationships and wouldn't cheat on my girlfriend because I think that's some pussy ass shit, but all I'm saying is that if things did happen and my relationship ended, I could have twenty girls at my house tonight.

4- I strength/resistance train in zone 3. It's the best way to train mind and body at the same time. Plus I'm not allowed to quit unless I'm dying so it's very encouraging.

5- I have a poon hound alter ego who is known as "Bruce", since the name is a more formal and masculine spin off to my actual name. Several friends and I came up with these alter ego's and are still in the works of getting drinking shirts made that are polo shirts with our poon hound names embroidered onto them like a golf shirt.

6- I wear real polo shirts. Not those faggot ass ones where the horse is forty times bigger than it should be. If you get that shit from the clearance section then it aint legit. Shit I won't wear it unless it cost at least $60.

Have I been judged yet?

Btw arch... That's the manliest application i've seen so far.

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Number of fights been in (one point each): Every week on Fridays. And one in primary school, where I fought without hands.
Number of fights won (one point each): 3
Number of girls slept with (one point each): 1. I call her Pillow.
Ever owned a motorcycle: Does a motorized bike count?
Ever owned a muscle car: Perhaps in the future.
Have plans, are currently in, or have been in the military: If my dream of becoming an Engineer fails, why not?
Do you have a physically demanding or dirty job (if yes, list job): Taking public transport.
Number of guns in YOUR household (one point each): 8.
Number of times threatened by a girls boyfriend (one point each): I have too much charm to be threatened.
Do you normally have facial hair: Yes. I don't know how to shave.
Do you regularly wear sunglasses: I have three pair of glasses. One for each different time of day. But only when I'm in America.
Do you regularly wear a leather jacket: Field jackets.
Can you play either guitar, bass, or drums (one point for each, list which ones): I know how to play Happy Birthday, Mary Had A Little Lamb, and When The Saints Go Marching in on the guitar; which are incredibly popular with the ladies. I am inclined to try it on the drums.

1 point for the fight, if you regularly fight every week its probably just fucking around with your friends right? Motorized bike? As in like a scooter? I wouldnt say taking public transport is a job... or MANly. Pics of all the guns. 1 point for having too much charm. That is a valid excuse. Field jackets are almost as MANly, i will allow the point.

9 points until gun pic. Have my approval none the less, wait on Nish.

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Number of fights been in (one point each): I wouldn't say I've been in any "official" fights. I was that quiet kid in school who everyone thought was the quiet guy that would end up flipping shit and shooting up the place, so no one really bothered me. On a few occasions people did think I was just some kid waiting to be bullied. Nahhhhh. Instance 1: This kid pushed me into the chalkboard during class one time. Well I felt it was the wrong time to do shit, so I waited until I saw him outside at the end of the day when there were too many kids around for any teachers to notice anything right off. This is the kid that fronts like he's a black belt in Karate or some shit. He walks up to me, I say some shit, he swings at me with a haymaker and I go under his arm, hyper extend it, and use his wait to flip him over my shoulder causing him to land on his back, knock the wind out of him, and receive a bloody nose from yours truly. Instance 2: Some kid thought it would be neat to fuck with me in front of this girl he wanted to talk to but instead she was talking to me. We were standing on top of this steep hill outside and he pushed me. I took two steps down the hill and when I came back up he tried the shit again and I caught him with a neat leg swipe and ended up pushing him down the hill back first which was neato because when he landed at the bottom his shoes flew off. He didn't feel like coming up the hill anymore. Instance 3: This one kid thought it would be cute to talk shit to me during class one time and somehow or another I ended up backing him into the corner (I have the God build when it comes to body structure. I have a huge neck, broad shoulders, and a massive chest. So when I'm in your face and you're about as tall as me it's understandable to be intimidated). He still felt like talking mad shit so I punched him in the nose (U c that cummin?). That was the end of that. He never gave me any shit after that. Instance 4: This guy in Biology thought it would be cute to call me gay, so I stood up (he was like 5'2" to my 5'6") and told him to shut the fuck up before I throw his midget ass across the classroom. That's no joke. He was like a Uganda child in the sense of weight, so there is no way he could have weighed anymore than 120 pounds which would have made it exceptionally easy for me to lift him up and throw him over a table.

Number of fights won (one point each): Out of the instances I was in I would be considered the "winner" of all four of them.

Number of girls slept with (one point each): Eh two? One was my old girlfriend but she was a slut who would fuck anything that had the capability, so im not sure if that's worth a whole point. It's like a freebie.

Ever owned a motorcycle: Nahdood.

Ever owned a muscle car: Nahdood.

Have plans, are currently in, or have been in the military: Trying to get into the Army. I'm either going to try to do IT if I decide to focus on my career after the service on say fuck that shit and go for Special Forces. I'm not certain which I want to do yet.

Do you have a physically demanding or dirty job (if yes, list job): I work overnight at Sam's Club. Which is overnight so I'm already on the shit shift, and since people buy shit in bulk it usually ranges from 10-80 pounds. Moving 40 containers of oil sucks dick when they weigh 40 pounds each.

Number of guns in YOUR household (one point each): None in this house, about seven in my other house.

Number of times threatened by a girls boyfriend (one point each): Maybe twice. People were never really cocky to me at all. Like I said previously, I was that quiet kid that people thought would pull a knife on them and rip out their insides while they were still alive.

Do you normally have facial hair: I looked like Wolverine about a week ago before I finally got around to shaving. I don't look like Scarecrow though lol.

Do you regularly wear sunglasses: Nahdood. Fuck sunlight.

Do you regularly wear a leather jacket: I haven't had a leather jacket in ages. I have cooler seasonal apparel.

Can you play either guitar, bass, or drums (one point for each, list which ones): Nahdood. Bass and drums are for losers.

Feats of Strength:
1- I got so fucked up one night on several different types of alcohol. I literally finished five bottles and did at least 20 shots. When I say finished bottles I mean after my girlfriend told everyone to stop pouring me shots. So they handed me bottles instead. Needless to say I ended up throwing up a LOT. I woke up, puked dry blood, and went home. To this day everyone at that party agrees that my chest hairs have a comb over.

2- This kid pissed me off so I told him that I was going to go buy a sledge hammer and keep it in my car in case I ever saw him again. I dind't want to kill him, I just wanted to know what it sounded like when you crush someone's fingers with a sledge hammer.

3- Instead of fucking a ton of chicks, I tend to keep a nifty array of female friends who I swear I could fuck if I wanted to. Idk it's hard to explain. I respect relationships and wouldn't cheat on my girlfriend because I think that's some pussy ass shit, but all I'm saying is that if things did happen and my relationship ended, I could have twenty girls at my house tonight.

4- I strength/resistance train in zone 3. It's the best way to train mind and body at the same time. Plus I'm not allowed to quit unless I'm dying so it's very encouraging.

5- I have a poon hound alter ego who is known as "Bruce", since the name is a more formal and masculine spin off to my actual name. Several friends and I came up with these alter ego's and are still in the works of getting drinking shirts made that are polo shirts with our poon hound names embroidered onto them like a golf shirt.

6- I wear real polo shirts. Not those faggot ass ones where the horse is forty times bigger than it should be. If you get that shit from the clearance section then it aint legit. Shit I won't wear it unless it cost at least $60.

Approved. You know you have to fluently speak a second language for SF right?

Quote from Nish

Reapply without any signs of having a vagina and you will be member for life.

The last 2 girls I had one nights stands with tried talking to me after and I didn't answer.

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The last 2 girls I had one nights stands with tried talking to me after and I didn't answer.

GIVE THIS MAN HIS BADGE

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Approved. You know you have to fluently speak a second language for SF right?

Well fuck that plan then lol. I could learn a second language. Originally I wanted to go to Full Sail in Florida after High School and they dind't require foreign language so I've only taken one class that I passed with a B because I'm lazy as fuck.

Oh yeah. My Senior year of high school consisted of me being late to my first period class everyday because I would always go get a drink from McDonalds, yet I always put down some bull shit excuse like my windows were fogged on the tardy slip. I also slept 95% of the time I was in that class. If that counts for any points of not giving a fuckness.