In early 2005, three men joined together for a purpose. That purpose, to expand and deepen the bonds of fraternal camaraderie through the drinking of beer and the telling of fart jokes. This summit brought together disparate personalities ranging from “White guy in his late twenties” to “White guy in his late thirties;” and from this and a succession of now legendary gatherings ranging across this great country (“this great country” being primarily lower eastern Pennsylvania Applebees and Red Lobsters), arose a common theme; an understanding; a realization. We are so freaking awesome, we need a blog to share our genius.
So... uh... this is the blog. Keep an eye out for that genius.
By the by, while planning one outing to Longhorn steakhouse via e-mail, we apparently got so excited we each felt the need to compose an ode to the occasion:
We are MAWG. MAWG are we.
If you take one, add two, that's three.
MAWG MAWG MAWG, all night thru,
May-be not that long, that's true,
but long enough for tiramisu.
Peach cobbler or chocolate eclair,
get your own, cause Men don't share
well, one time we did, but we'd never stray
If you're MAWG, you can't be ..a fruitcake
MAWG NIGHT!!! ARGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
- Uncle Wrunkle
Tis not for naught
What MAWG hast wrought
When manly men to Longhorn brought
Our band of three,
Nate, Jim and me.
Joined in merry revelry.
Our hungers' quake;
Not quick to slake;
We feast 'pon ale and bloody steak.
As tales abound
Of how to get "Jack Juice" off the ground
As night wears way,
Still there we stay;
Our waitress wondering "Are they gay?"
men, manly men,
out on the suburban town.
better than cable,
eating filet bull,
wearing our mawg like a crown.
a pretty good call,
a joint near the mall,
the natural environs of we fools.
the usual six thirty,
we'll drink and act dirty,
away from the elemen-try schools.
we relish the chance,
we'll go wild, lose our pants,
do something of which we're ashamed.
hey no, don't do that, Jim,
yes, officer, that's him,
all get nabbed and handcuffed, then arraigned.
who are we kidding,
the economy skidding,
with our home duties and debt, quite majestic.
we'll have our fun talkin,
quote some yoda and walken,
waiter, more cowbell for these mawgs, pure domestic.
- Mensa Flav
And thus our little corner of the Internet was born; which, much like our actual children, we will try to find time to tend to whenever nothing good is on T.V.