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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.
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!