Virility 2.0

[uncle sticky]

There is no Fertility without Virility, no ying without yang, no feminine without masculine, no conception without penetration, unless you've got Canadian health insurance.

Into that truth is born Virility Camp, a place where men are men, the sheep are scared, and whiskey drinking and face punching are Rights of Passage. And no, counting or tracking themes are not of manly virtue.

We'll be serving whiskey, beer, and rough conversation. Dubstep is prohibited, punk rock encouraged, butt-rock revered, but not listened too. All matters or discussion, disagreement, name calling or general eye-balling and bad vibe-ing will be routed directly to the main attraction, the Octagon of Settling This Like Men. Headgear, lightly used and perfunctorily cleansed mouth gear, gloves and other sparring gear will be provided. No cups.

Combatants, aka men, will be chosen for contests via self-selection, or, in absence of obviously awesome match-ups, voluntarily. Three rounds, five minutes apiece, eye gouging discouraged albeit not prohibited.

[chiefdanfox]

Is the first rule of Virility Camp, "Don't talk about Virility Camp"?

[A Jester]

There is no Fertility without Virility, no ying without yang, no feminine without masculine, no conception without penetration, unless you've got Canadian health insurance.

Into that truth is born Virility Camp, a place where men are men, the sheep are scared, and whiskey drinking and face punching are Rights of Passage. And no, counting or tracking themes are not of manly virtue.

We'll be serving whiskey, beer, and rough conversation. Dubstep is prohibited, punk rock encouraged, butt-rock revered, but not listened too. All matters or discussion, disagreement, name calling or general eye-balling and bad vibe-ing will be routed directly to the main attraction, the Octagon of Settling This Like Men. Headgear, lightly used and perfunctorily cleansed mouth gear, gloves and other sparring gear will be provided. No cups.

Combatants, aka men, will be chosen for contests via self-selection, or, in absence of obviously awesome match-ups, voluntarily. Three rounds, five minutes apiece, eye gouging discouraged albeit not prohibited.

1) lol
2) WTF?
3) gonna be near a medic station?

and where can I go to watch women eye gouge?

[48_love]

Not sure why I feel this song could be thematically featured in your camp ... not too sure why, but still somehow sure.

[Savannah]

There is no Fertility without Virility, no ying without yang, no feminine without masculine, no conception without penetration, unless you've got Canadian health insurance.

Into that truth is born Virility Camp, a place where men are men, the sheep are scared, and whiskey drinking and face punching are Rights of Passage. And no, counting or tracking themes are not of manly virtue.

We'll be serving whiskey, beer, and rough conversation. Dubstep is prohibited, punk rock encouraged, butt-rock revered, but not listened too. All matters or discussion, disagreement, name calling or general eye-balling and bad vibe-ing will be routed directly to the main attraction, the Octagon of Settling This Like Men. Headgear, lightly used and perfunctorily cleansed mouth gear, gloves and other sparring gear will be provided. No cups.

Combatants, aka men, will be chosen for contests via self-selection, or, in absence of obviously awesome match-ups, voluntarily. Three rounds, five minutes apiece, eye gouging discouraged albeit not prohibited.

1) lol
2) WTF?
3) gonna be near a medic station?

and where can I go to watch women eye gouge?

The Critical Tits Bicycle Ride.

[uncle sticky]

@chiefdanfox:
The first rule of virility is to talk ALOT, and loudly, about virility camp, and to boast about how you're going to kick some motherfucking ass in there. That's how you get selected for combat.

[Rice]

Combatants, aka men, will be chosen for contests via self-selection, or, in absence of obviously awesome match-ups, voluntarily.

I thought we were attending an inclusive event. Why, exactly, are women being excluded?? I know many female burners who would, most likely, kick your ass...

[uncle sticky]

"I know many female burners who would, most likely, kick your ass..."

Um, do I really need to explain it any further?

[JStep]

I'll stop by to spray combatants against thier will with cold cooler water.

[uncle sticky]

That kind of behavior is almost guaranteed to get you volunteered.

[Risky]

ah, no holds barred. Love it!
Will you eat your meat bloody raw or have a bbq grill going 24/7?
We need a drinking game called My Dick is Bigger Than Your Dick.
Non-filtered cigarettes, warm whiskey, and definitely no hugging.

[Elliot]

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So.... I guess my Alan Alda sensitive-and-vulnerable-man impersonation might not fly so well here?
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[Bin Noddin]

[uncle sticky]

Eliot:

You'll be welcome at camp. Just ignore it when people try to assign a new playa name of "fresh meat," "sacrificial lamb" or "fist fodder." Of course, if any of these names seem to speak to you or touch your inner shaman, please feel free to put on a cup and tell me all about it.

[Elliot]

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Ah, but I found your weakness, Bub! You invited me to "tell you all about it". That's a crack in your machoism, Buck! Real Virile Men "don't wanna hear it". Gotcha! Bwahahahahahahah!

[ygmir]

you have no chance:

[Elliot]

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More !

I yield to the Master of Unmanliness, Don Knotts ("Barney Fife").

[uncle sticky]

Doh! On two counts! Here's the schedule:

Hmmm,
MMA Monday-No eye gouging, fish hooking, or biting
Take-down Tuesday-the subtle art of judo, aikido, jiu jitsu. No hitting or kicking! Head butting tolerated, but not encouraged
Whoop-ass Wednesday: all styles, open classes, Texas accents
Throw-down Thursday: The highlight of the week! Need to, ahem, discuss the gray water situation with a camp mate? Air out some grievances with your neighbors? That DJ steal your woman? Settle it like men, even if you're a woman!
Frat-boy Friday-Drunken brawling, chest puffing, shit-talking. Lure that weekend warrior into a just and honorable beat down!
Burn night is ninja night! Dress in black, be stealthy, attack the unsuspecting.
Sunday Slaughter-Why burn bad memories at the Temple when you act out in physical acts of rage? No, really.

[Elliot]

Frat-boy Friday-Drunken brawling, chest puffing, shit-talking. Lure that weekend warrior into a just and honorable beat down!

You are talking about a hunt, right?

[uncle sticky]

Nah, by the time Friday rolls around, your skills will be sharp and you'll be ready to beat some civility into them. So, taunt them, bait them, claim to be from a better frat, get them into the ring, and submit them! Frat boys hate arm bars.