After a dozen or so readings, I still get a laugh out of this handy reference to manhood. I lost my first copy to one of my drinking buddies, so it was in good hands (or so I thought). My second copy has been closely guarded for several years in case I have to review manly conduct…like sleeping rigidly flat on my back, with one eye opened or face down in a drunken sprawl, hang gliding in enemy territory or white water canoeing and being attacked by depraved hillbillies.
The manly handbook will re-teach you everything that you need to know about dining (anything fried or with additives), grooming (your own sweat is deodorant), dating (any chick at the juke box is making a pass at you), philosophy (“a man’s gotta do, what a man’s gotta do,” “What’s it to you?”), your best friend (your car), respecting your mom (let her cook you a meal), history (Ghengis Khan’s life, the Alamo) and entertainment (eg. Mickey Spillane novels).
If you have had it with feminist attitudes, commie propaganda, metrosexuals and Richard Simmons, well, then partner, you need to grab yourself a copy of The Manly Handbook. I mean drop that quiche, bean sprouts and daytime television, like now, soldier. Any meal not spent eating red meat with red dye, pork rinds and scrambled eggs is just plain weak. Any time not spent on your car, bending elbows at the bar or watching a Sam Peckinpah movie is a man’s life wasted. So, catch up on the good stuff and read this book.