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Manlet (a male shorter than 5ft10) detected. Employed to draw attention to the discovery of the location of a manlet. Comically stunted, terminally insecure and brimming with manlet rage, the puny manlet can often be detected when he is blowing in the wind like a leaf outside, stumbling around in public wearing high heels on the way to visit his prison daddy or seethingly glaring at you from the accursed depths of the manlet pit in your local gym.
Hey, why is that child rolling around on the ground over there? Manlet detected - it's Tiny Todd Howard, I think he is wrestling with an earthworm! Lol, that worm must be like an anaconda to that petite and insignificant manlet boy!
The military manlet is an overcompensating manlet boy who, in a fit of Napoleon complex-induced insanity, has signed up for active duty with the United States Armed Forces. Here the useless and effeminate manlets are generally used as cannon fodder when deployed in the absurd spectacle known as the manlet wave attack tactic, but can also be traded as war brides, serve as portable human shields or can be used as an emergency fortification when stacked up as a barricade in lieu of sandbags. The military manlet is always keen to raise the morale of the actual soldiers in his platoon by donning an Oompa Loompa costume and dancing a merry jig atop a mess hall table as the surrounding military manlets clap in unison while dancing in a circle like the fairies that they are and all the manmores pelt him with height boosting insoles. As an encore Manletlyn Monroe performs smash hits such as "High Heels Are A Manlets Best Friend" and "Bye Bye Masculinity" to further entertain the troops.
Why is that pantsed military manlet lying face down in the mud over there? The silly sissy manlet broke one of his high heels while prancing around on the obstacle course and threw a hissy fit, so the real soldiers just left him there. Never leave a man behind - that obviously doesn't apply to manlets.
A grotesquely gnomish gaggle of ganged-up, overcompensating turbo-manlets who have, in a childish, desperate and doomed attempt at overcoming their crippling manletism, decided to form a midget gang. Once a diminutively dwarfed new recruit has been sexed-into the gang, it is mandatory for him to participate in typical gang activities, for example: tagging up turf by spray-painting garden gnomes at knee height onto garbage cans and pet doors, drinking Tall Boys and huffing Jenkem, prancing around naked except for high heels and assless chaps in their hobbit-hole of a gang hideout while towel snapping each other's posteriors in an effort to toughen themselves up, telling deeply embarrassing tall tales about how they used to be the biggest kid in preschool, injecting themselves with stolen bovine somatotropin in a futile and injudicious bid at escaping their inevitable fate of becoming a prison wife manlet once caught by the law and incarcerated and frantically praying in front of the countless Randy Newman posters adorning the walls of the manlet pit in their hobbit-hole gang hideout while repetitively reciting the lyrics of their favorite song Short People due to their shared obsession with the delusional hope of being blessed with an adult-onset growth spurt by their beloved God and hero Saint Newman.
Jessica: Lol, why are there a bunch of garden gnomes standing on the corner over there? Olivia: It's just a Short People manlet gang. Here, take my magnifying glass and have a closer look. Can you see that they got little hands, little eyes, that they walk around tellin' great big lies? They got little noses and tiny little teeth. Unsurprisingly they wear platform shoes on their nasty, little feet. Jessica: Oh yeah, they got little baby legs and they stand so low - I'd have to pick one of them up just to say hello! Olivia: Well, I don't want no short people 'round here. Jessica: Short people got no reason.
The cerebrally and physically stunted myopic manlet is a microscopic mental midget of a minuscule manlet boy, who shortsightedly sees only the literally subhuman suffering of his own small-minded dwarven kind because, due to his eternal inability to grow up and be the bigger man, big picture thinking goes right over his pea-brained, little head. Deceased myopic manlets can often be found squashed flat as a pancake on country roads next to their close relative the, by comparison majestic, toad. Myopic manlets can easily be driven to venting their pent-up manlet rage and throwing a hissy fit with innocent questions and observations, such as: "Manlet detected.", "Nice high heels, my girlfriend has the same pair.", "Are you classified as a turbo-manlet? How tall are you?", "Aren't you the midget who played the manletservant Nick Nack in The Man with the Golden Gun?"
Manmore 1: Hey, why is that little girl crying in front of that beauty salon? Manmore 2: Myopic manlet detected. I think his new acrylic nails broke off when he got mauled by that chihuahua over there. Manmore 1: Lol, the victorious chihuahua even took the sissy manlet's high heels! Manmore 2: Manlets rise up!
Standing in stark contrast to the manlet's stunted, diminutive and girlish stature, manlet rage involves gigantic amounts of hatred, self-loathing, bitterness and desperation. Due to the horrendous mortification of manletism, the petite and effeminate manlet is extremely short-tempered, small-minded and eternally unable to be the bigger man. This deeply insecure and shameful behavior leads to countless interpersonal conflicts in the microscopic manlet's tortured existence which often result in manlet rage.
Why is that little boy throwing a tantrum in front of the escalator over there? Manlet detected. I think one of his high heels just broke. Lol, manlet rage - how immature! That silly manlet clearly needs to grow up before he speaks up.
A hole in the ground where manlets are found. Typically located in your local gym. Here the petite and effeminate manlet boys compare high heels, pay homage to their hero Randy Newman by singing Short People, futilely lift weights, jerk each other off and bitterly complain about women. Misery loves company. That's why the manlet pit is especially packed on Friday evenings and weekends because that's when normal people go out to socialize and have a great time. A concept that is, of course, completely foreign to a deeply insecure and comically stunted manlet pit inhabitant.
I just stepped over the manlet pit to hit the squat rack - WTF is going on down there? Just the usual, don't even worry about it bro. Everybody knows that short people got no reason.
The abominable pickup artist manlet (a subhumanly stunted male shorter than 5ft10) is an exceptionally delusional, pea-brained low IQ manlet, even by manlet standards, because he has injudiciously chosen to invest all of his girlishly giddy energy into the frivolous pursuit of the exact group of people who despise and loathe manlet boys the most - the universality of womankind. Afflicted by indescribably immense levels of manlet cope, manlet mathematics, guy height and small man syndrome, the pint-sized, peewee pipsqueak pickup artist manlet can often be detected lying unconscious outside of bars and restaurants while wearing 9 inch high heels and an Oompa Loompa costume after another one of his childish mental midget seduction techniques of peacocking and negging unsurprisingly went awry yet again, hanging around in front of nightclubs while desperately offering to give all of the manmore bouncers standing blowjobs if they will only agree to let him drink out of an unflushed toilet in the women's bathroom and fearfully hopping around on the sidewalks of red-light districts while trying not to get stepped on and squashed as the diminutive and deranged turbo-manlet frantically attempts to peak up the skirts of all of the disgusted women that cross his precariously petite path. Short people got nobody. Manlets, when will they learn?
Pickup artist manlet: Wow, that ass must be jelly, 'cause jam don't shake like that! Hannah: You can fuck right off, you grotesquely gnomish pickup artist manlet! Choke on your dwarfish manletspeak and go posture check yourself, while I'll go have hot sex with my 6ft7 tall magnificent manmore boyfriend, you utterly insignificant, petite and effeminate, stunted little sissy fairy manlet abomination! Completely and utterly manlets BTFO.