Man Day Eve...Eve

This Saturday all good men will rise in unison, look at their spouses/loved ones/shebeasts, look them in the eye and say "I must go." The women (or for the single men, the computer and assorted lotion bottles) will look on longingly as they head out to the field of battle. Out of spite the women might just call repeatedly or accidentally wash the man's favorite shirt with something very, very red. (The lotion and computer are sort of limited in what they can do but it's likely the lotion will hose down the keyboard with a mixture of aloe vera, random chemicals and other assorted items that work just fucking spiffy on skin but not so much on delicate electronic goods.)

There is work to be done. Manly work. The repeated killings of teenagers and stoned guys in Texas and possibly bilingual fellas with crazy Mexican handles like "chupacabra14". It will be glorious this killing. Repeated killing. Mixed in with occasional deaths and shouts of "what the fuck just happened?" and "beer me".

There will be pizza consumed and severe reprimands if any grease ends up on the controller which then leads to the offender failing to offer cover fire when needed. Yes there will be shame, but there will also be glory. And maybe, just maybe, the single guy will casually mention how to shoot around fucking rocks rather than using your face. The married men will be pleased.

In between killing sessions the assorted Men of MANDAY will feel awkward about killing people who lack hair in the bathing suit area and have voices vaguely reminiscent of Hilary Duff or possibly her sister.... Mmmm Duffs. But we shall kill them nonetheless. Unless they're one of those shut in kids that just gayms all the damn time and has a USB port for a belly button. We'll boot those kids. They're crazy good.

It is MANDAY EVE...EVE. You can almost feel the excitement can't you? If you listen closely on MANDAY, behind all the shouting and gunfire you can just barely make out the sound of Angels singing. Because God likes this sort of shit. Let's make it happen fellas. You never know when the next MANDAY will come along.