*walking into a cheap hotel room to investigate a prostitutes murder* “It smells like shame and pancake mix in here captain…” “The shame parts right, but that smell is more like mancake mix if you catch my drift.” *panik*
Pancakes cooked in a large skillet (12" or more) that are so big, that only a big man can finish them. (depending on the size) (This is the food we're talking about here...)
Husband: There's nothing good to eat here anymore...
Wife: I could fix you a plate of 3 mancakes stacked high with fresh strawberries, whipped topping, and some Mrs. Butterworth syrup.
Husband: Heck yeah! I'll get the 12" skillet that I used to kill my annoying co-worker with last Tuesday!
The act of kickin it in your room by yourself. All men need to get away now and then, telling your friends your gonna be mancave spelunking is a way for a guy to get away with being anti-social.
Friend 1: what you gonna do now?
Friend 2: ima go mancave spelunking for a while, see where it takes me...