(Photo: Carl Juste, Miami Herald, of Val Prieto and ManCamp)
Val Prieto and Steve H. finally take their rightful places as the poster children of the Men's Leisure movement:
This is ManCamp, Prieto's answer to the Average Joe's age-old nemesis: lack of private, personal space at home. And ManCamp is enough to make Al Bundy and his fellow members of the Married . . . With Children's No Ma'am group cry tears of joy.As crude as ManCamp's design may seem on the surface, trend experts say Prieto is ahead of the curve in a growing movement of guys -- mostly married men -- who want their privacy but not at the expense of their ''manly'' credentials.
Indeed ManCamp, which was built and ''furnished'' with donated materials, boasts storm-proof ''counter tops'' constructed of railroad ties secured to the ground with steel rods. And there are five barbecue grills of different sizes and styles. On this day, two of the grills are loaded with Polish sausages and bacon-wrapped prawns.
I've been following the adventures at ManCamp for a few years now, through the blog of a ManCamp regular, Steve H. Graham, who writes Hog on Ice, along with other humor and political humor sites. Lots of partisan politics if you look beyond the link I posted, so be warned if that stuff isn't your cup of tea.
Guys, do you have your own version of ManCamp? Ladies, do you have your own space, or just wish that he did?
My husband's bachelor pad
A pome written in haste.
McDonald's table on astroturf
should have been a warning sign
because it was
Inside
Kayaks don't normally hang from the
dining room ceiling
unless you're Don
The herbs on the back porch are a ploy
to get you to think he's
sensitive
or something
anything really, as long as it gives him a shot
Really he only cooks over fire
in a grill
that he picked up off the side of the road
Along with that couch with the
Late 70's American Eagle upholstery
The Bar.
Smoked glass.
Chrome.
Lights for the love of God.
Every kind of glass you'd ever need.
Little Buddah man with the belly button straw
Six kinds of tequilla
Gold-howdoyouspellschlagger? in the freezer
That's a climbing wall at the end of the driveway. And a bat in the upstairs closet so don't open the door.
And what is that smell?
Rotten potato under the sink.
3 year old Yoohoo. Vintage.
The waterbed hasn't had heat since the 80s. Cuts down on cuddle time, I think. And there's a crack in the mirrored headboard which he claims is from the sun.
If you bathe upstairs, wear your shower shoes. Hell. Wear a HazMat suit. And there isn't a curtain on that shower window that faces the High School. It's not funny.
Ha!!! Ana, great POME!!!!!!!
Ana, that was beautiful! *sniff*
This poem is going up at Scribal Terror. Droit de seigneur.
Wuz that frinch, Gail??
Something about Detroit Senior, I think.
I'm gonna have to con Angela into letting me make a mancamp when we get our first house. Complete with a Tom Servo replica, if I can find one. Viva la ManCamp