
Welcome to our shelter, Men. Welcome to a sanctuary where it's OK to be male. Where there are no doilies, no place mats. Welcome to a world where the cigar is the official smoke. Welcome to where nobody's gonna bitchatcha. Where you can sit on your fat fanny and watch football on television as much as you like. Or drink beer, swear, fart, tell dirty jokes. Welcome to a place where you don't have to be ashamed to admit that you're a man, gosh darn it, and you need some alcohol therapy. INTRODUCTION The Men's Crisis Center as conceived in 1987 by Doodoo Wah's Ron DeLacy and the late Jim Evans. It has never amounted to much, and it identifies with men in the same position. We think men need to quit apologizing for being men. There are things about us that, OK, we aren't none of us is perfect, but that's the way the cookie bounces and there's no use crying under the bridge. So come on in, Men. And you women, get on out of here. You just keep on surfin' somewhere else. Or better yet, get on back there into the kitchen. OK, they're gone, Boys. Go ahead and rest easy now. Everything's going to be OK. We understand. And don't you worry -- if the little woman comes lookin', we'll tell her you ain't here. Then again, actually, there isn't any "here." The Men's Crisis Center is wherever you want it to be. If you find a hideaway that seems to work, you can simply declare it the Men's Crisis Center. FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTION Q: OK, OK, you sleazebags, what are you trying to sell? A: T-Shirts. Really nice ones, and they never need washing. Want one? Click here. OUR MISSION POSITION The Men's Crisis Center shall be forever dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal and not as bad as the feminist man-bashers think, and we should hang together, so to speak, and we shall endeavor to pursue happiness and lightenment, and we shall do whatever else we want to as long as we aren't hurting nobody but ourselves, and besides, we like cigars. CHAPTERS AROUND THE WORLD Well, there's one in Columbia, California, and another one in Twain Harte, California, up at Ed's, and one more in Juneau, Alaska. And if you want to start another one, go for it. Just let us know, so we can get the paperwork ready and teach you The Official Secret Men's Crisis Center Handshake.
What if Ann Landers' sister was a brother? Editor's note: This isn't original. We stumbled upon it on the web a while ago, or somebody emailed it to us or something.