my anaconda don't want none less you got some hun

from shoutwire a man room

Every Man should have his own private retreat.
It should be a place where testosterone rules and interior decorating consists of leather and dark plaid flannel.
This room is where a man can occasionally go to escape feminine influences and femi-drama annoyances--
a place where men can be men with no excuses.
Here is what you need:
A big-ass television. And I mean BIG. Nothing below 60 inches will be suitable. Ideally, it will be a 72 inch Plasma, wall mounted with some kick-ass surround sound and a subwoofer that sets off seismographs in a 3 county area. Man movies only.
A bar with a beer-keg refrigerator. I’ve seen them. I want one. I have a dream. Nothing speaks to the heart of a man like having tap beer as available as tap water. What good is 72 inches of Plasma running that pay-per-view caged martial-arts match without beer readily available on demand?
A $6,000 computer. A great release of testosterone comes from hunting down your friends and killing them in your favorite first-person shooter, then screaming “PWNED” at the top of your lungs and laughing in a manly way. How can any self-respecting man get by with second-rate processors? You can’t. And don’t talk to me about your Wii, please--console games are for pussies. Note: This man-computer will have to be replaced at least every 4 to 6 months to stay on top of technological advances.
A 1 gigabit per second internet connection. Lag sucks in gaming. I want to know when I blow up my friends tank as soon as it happens. And besides, when a man wants his porn, bandwidth shall not be a restriction.
A private bathroom. This bathroom must be equipped with the newest and most powerful turbo-assisted flushing technologies. It also must have an exhaust fan capable of moving 1,000 cubic feet or air per minute.Of course, individual preferences vary, but these are the essentials.

posted by safromhell @ 5:51 AM