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The disgraceful yet amusing manlet mating ritual occurs when a gaggle of diminutive and desperate manlets meet up in a public place, mostly in front of basketball arenas, strip down to bikinis and high heels, oil each other up and then awkwardly gyrate to Skee-Lo's "I Wish" as they sing along in their high-pitched manletspeak, all the while internally cursing and swearing at the heavens for dooming them to a comical and dwarflike existence constantly marred by the ravages of the merited mortification universally known as manletism.
Hey, why are those cheerleaders dancing around in front of the arena over there - isn't the halftime performance usually enacted inside? Oh, it's just a manlet mating ritual - the silly manlets do it every month. Have the microscopic manlet boys ever attracted any women? Lol, of course not! Short people got no reason. Hahahahaha!
A dominated sissy manlet who resides deep in the bowels of the United States prison system. Going by cute nicknames such as Strawberry, Shortstack, Delicious or Tinkerbell, the prison wife manlet delightedly embraces his natural role as the belle of the ball in the penitentiary. Puny and inherently effeminate as he obviously is, the prison wife manlet enjoys preparing spreads, washing clothes, cleaning cells, gossiping while doing his nails with the other diminutive and therefore subjugated jailhouse sissy manlets and is always eager to service the amorous desires of all imposing manmores in the vicinity, thereby ecstatically submitting to a real man and being dominated as nature intends it.
I wonder what would happen to Tiny Tom Cruise if the petite, little manlet boy were to be sentenced to a lengthy prison term? Are you kidding me? That girlish and minuscule midget monstrosity would immediately turn into a prison wife manlet just by driving past a prison yard! Manlets BTFO. Hahahahaha!
A male that is 4ft11 to 5ft4 is a turbo-manlet. As a particularly stunted member of the manlet family, the turbo-manlet eternally resides at the very bottom of the social food chain. Inflicted with catastrophic levels of manletism, the turbo-manlet harbors what can (ironically) only be described as a colossal hatred for women and society but mostly for himself. Utterly insignificant, deeply insecure, inherently effeminate and unquestionably pathetic, the turbo-manlet represents the quintessence of manletism.
I think I just stepped on a turbo-manlet. Is there any manlet residue stuck to the sole of my shoe?
The crippling condition of being a manlet. Any male shorter than 5ft10 is a manlet. Manletism is inextricably linked to the Napoleon complex, which axiomatically afflicts all manlets. Manlets are very fond of the song Short People by Randy Newman and have in fact declared it to be the anthem of manletism.
Hey, isn't that midget comedian Kevin Hart throwing a hissy fit over there because he's too short to ride the roller coaster? Just brutal, that's one of the most severe cases of manletism that I have ever seen! Prison wife status, no doubt about that.
A time when a bunch of minuscule manlets get together to whine about having spent another torturous weekend alone as always and to mentally prepare themselves for an undoubtedly horrific week of constant humiliation and well-deserved bullying due to their laughably obvious manletism and abominable Napoleon complex. The stunted and diminutive manlet boys usually dance around wearing Oompa Loompa costumes while listening to Short People, thusly worshipping their idol Randy Newman in a futile and desperate bid to be finally blessed with an invaluable and long-awaited growth spurt.
Lol, why are those sissy manlets dressed up as Oompa Loompas holding hands over there? It must be Manlet Monday. Those midget monstrosities are probably waddling to the nearest hobbit-hole. Good. I don't want no short people around here.
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The perpetually petulant, paranoid and pessimistic petite misanthropic manlet is an isolated loner manlet who childishly shuns the company of grown-ups and instead prefers to focus his girlishly giddy energy on pursuing his numerous hobbies, including but not limited to: alcoholism, compulsively measuring his immutably dwarfed height every five minutes, e-shopping for children's clothes and high heels, daydreaming about getting pegged by a seven-foot tall dominatrix while he sings Short People in his high-pitched and squeaky-voiced manletspeak, performing delusional height increasing stretching exercises while listening to Skee-Lo's "I wish" and wearing nothing but high heels and a training bra, venting his manlet rage by ranting about how all women (righteously) reject and laugh at him at his local Bagel Boss and putting the finishing touches on his manlet manifesto before shooting up his favorite Barbie Dreamhouse due to the Barbie doll he was crushing on calling him an inherently effeminate, microscopically infinitesimal stunted beastling of a sissy manlet boy when she caught him in the Dreamhouse manlet pit as the deranged low IQ manlet was stupidly attempting to give the, by comparison towering, Ken doll a standing blowjob.
Emma: Lol, why is that misanthropic manlet furiously dry humping that garden gnome over there? Allison: It's because manlets can't be choosers. Emma: Short people got nobody. Allison: Hahahahaha!
A deleteriously diminutive, overcompensating and money-grubbing manlet boy who futilely seeks to overcome his devastatingly desolating manletism by imprudently purchasing expensive goods such as gold-plated high heels and jewel-encrusted step stools. The puny materialistic manlet can often be detected as he effeminately prances around in upscale boutiques, accompanied by his giggling and squabbling clique of preposterously petite, pint-sized materialistic manlet girlfriends. Here the seriously stunted silly sissy manlets put on tiny, little fashion shows by daintily skipping along a catwalk consisting of an empty shoe box as the delusional runway manlets delightedly display their prospective new short shorts, summer dresses and high heels while the surrounding fawning manlet fairies shower them with rose petals and girlishly sip strawberry margaritas out of pink ampoules.
Manmore 1: Lol, look at that garishly dressed materialistic manlet prancing around wearing his new mink coat and gold-plated high heels! Manmore 2: At least it only cost one poor minklet his life to make that microscopic manlet's lilliputian, little coatlet. Manmore 1: Hahahahaha!