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The minuscule sexy sissy manlet is a fabulous, flamboyant and girlishly dressed manlet of the night who has embraced his inherent effeminacy and instantly commands the attention of every Leather Daddy in the vicinity by incessantly twerking, what can in comparison to his preposterously peculiar petiteness only be described as an ample posterior, on top of fence posts or by shamelessly gyrating atop of sewing pins embedded into front lawns while wearing nothing but high heels and a skin-tight leopard g-string, thereby readily signalling his enthusiastic availability as a submissive power bottom twink manlet boy toy in exchange for high heels, height boosting insoles, stilts and step stools.
Leather Daddy 1: Hey, isn't that a sexy sissy manlet coquettishly pirouetting on top of that fence post over there? Leather Daddy 2: Are you sure? Hand me your magnifying glass. You're right, indeed it is! Leather Daddy 1: I think I saw a discarded step stool on the curb back there. We'll spit-roast that femininely frisky fairy but let's get a standing blowjob from him first as he's perilously perched upon his newly acquired step stool! Leather Daddy 2: Hahahahaha!
An allusion to the microscopic, absurd and ill-fated folkloric fiasco known as the manlet uprising. At the same time a highly sarcastic taunt, cleverly playing on the hilarious fact that manlets, due to being afflicted with the devastating and lifelong curse of manletism, are unable to grow up and are therefore doomed to endure the comical and dwarf-like existence of a laughably stunted, utterly insignificant and Napoleon complex-afflicted prison wife manlet. Often used in conjunction with Manlets BTFO or Manlets, when will they learn? - particularly when witnessing another amusingly traumatizing humiliation deservedly suffered by a terminally insecure, inherently effeminate and preposterously petite runt of an Ewok sissy manlet boy.
Did you know that the average height of CEO's for fortune 500 companies is 6 foot and that manmores out-earn manlets by hundreds of thousands of dollars over the course of their respective careers? Lol, that's awesome! Manlet rage guaranteed. Manlets rise up!
The infinitesimal murloc manlet is a dwarfed beastling of a moronic manlet boy who, after suffering through a ludicrous lifetime of well-deserved humiliations and rejections inflicted on him by society as a whole but especially women, has chosen to pursue a sub-aquatic lifestyle, only venturing onto dry land to take part in mortifying prearranged monthly manlet mating rituals in front of basketball arenas and microbiology labs. Once underwater the microscopic murloc manlet quickly adapts to his new environment by eagerly embracing his naturally menial role as a proctologist cleaner fish and feverishly feasts on the rectums and fecal matter of all of the much larger sea creatures in the vicinity. Often falling prey to seagulls, seahorses, fin rot, sunburn, aggressive mating attempts by other murloc manlets, Napoleon complex psychosis, diarrhea and to being caught and eaten alive by prowling grizzly bears and manmores who hunt by the riverbank - the life of a murloc manlet is short, just like the silly murloc manlet itself. Consequently the minuscule murloc manlet eternally resides at the very bottom of the undersea food chain, thereby ironically replicating the lamentably and laughably lowly life that the severely stunted sissy manlet sought to escape from in the first place and in doing so once again proving that height is everything. Manlets, when will they learn?
Emma: Hey, why is that frog floating face down in that puddle over there? Aubrey: Yuck! Manlet detected. It's a deceased murloc manlet. Emma: Just gross! I think he choked to death on that pellet of rabbit poop floating there next to him. Aubrey: Manlets BTFO. Truly a befitting end for a manlet. Emma: Lol, so true.
The necessary self-deception every manlet engages in on a daily basis in order not to be driven to madness by the overwhelming misery of manletism. Humorously, by constantly and utterly deluding himself, the coping manlet only further inflates his already ginormous Napoleon complex, which leads to well-deserved public ridicule and disgrace. This then results in an intensification of the manlet cope. It's a manletism-induced vicious circle. Manlets, when will they learn?
Coping turbo-manlet: I'm actually glad that I'm not 6ft4. Occasionally bumping my head on door frames would totally suck! I'm lucky to be 5ft2 (starts crying). Superior manmore: Just lol at you - that's pure manlet cope! I can just lower my head. Good luck growing up, you delusional, little manlet boy - hahahahaha!
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.
The martial arts manlet is a minuscule and utterly insignificant manlet, who has, in an absolutely futile attempt at overcoming his insurmountably devastating manletism, hilariously decided that in order to bolster his notoriously fragile self-esteem and in a laughably delusional effort at competing with the towering manmores that terrify him, he should pursue an ill-fated career in martial arts. Closely related to the stubby and microscopic, gym coping manlet pit dweller, the overcompensating martial arts manlet can often be found engaging in mortifying public catfights with other martial arts manlets, throwing a hissy fit after being bullied by other children or crying bitter tears of manlet rage after having once again been soundly and easily defeated by a laughing manmore. Willfully ignorant of the plainly obvious truth that no amount of time wasted by bodybuilding or sparring will change the fact that he is a dwarfishly stunted, elflike and inherently effeminate runt of a sissy manlet boy who would be the belle of the ball in a women's prison, the Napoleon complex-driven martial arts manlet personifies peak manletism.
Lol, why is that spandex wearing turbo-manlet twirling around beneath that table lamp while blasting Short People over there? I think the silly martial arts manlet is shadow-boxing. Eye of the Manlet. Hahahahaha!
The matriculated manlet is a silly, little manlet boy who is senselessly enrolled at a college or university. Here the completely delusional and diminutively dwarfed Oompa Loompa wastes his time (when not working shifts at the chocolate factory) by furiously staring at all the tall and happy couples who walk around the campus like the bitter and envious peewee manlet that he is, crying all alone in the girl's bathroom after being asked by campus security if he was there for Take Your Daughter to Work Day and if he had lost his daddy and by being stuffed into backpacks, lockers, trashcans, lunchboxes, drawers, toilets, empty cigarette packs, pencil cases and used condoms like the inherently effeminate and minusculely malformed midget manlet bully magnet that he was always destined to be. When not being examined microscopically while standing on a petri dish by horrified microbiology students, the matriculated manlet is free to indulge in his true passions of girlishly practicing his bumbling cheerdance routine in an effort to become the captain of the local manlet football cheer squad and undergoing a brutal hazing ritual in order to join the only fraternity that would accept him, the Sigma Beta Manlet, by engaging in a fight to the death against fourteen other oiled up, bikini-clad midgets in an electrified bird cage.
Emma: Hey, why is that matriculated manlet tearfully ranting about women while sitting in his BMW in the parking lot over there? I could barely understand his manletspeak. Why all of the manlet rage? Isabella: He approached me, introduced himself as the supreme gentleman and brusquely told me to get in his car so that I can delight in his fabulousness and magnificence. I simply looked down at him and laughingly called him a petite and utterly insignificant little manlet fairy and then he just ran away crying to his Manletmobile. Emma: Manlets, when will they learn?