The martial arts manlet is a minuscule and utterly insignificant manlet, who has, in an absolutely futile attempt at overcoming his insurmountably devastating manletism, hilariously decided that in order to bolster his notoriously fragile self-esteem and in a laughably
delusional effort at competing with the towering manmores that terrify him, he should pursue an
ill-fated career in martial arts. Closely related to the stubby and microscopic,
gym coping manlet pit dweller, the overcompensating martial arts manlet can often be found engaging in mortifying public catfights with other martial arts manlets, throwing a hissy fit after being bullied by other children or crying
bitter tears of manlet
rage after having once again been soundly and easily defeated by a laughing manmore. Willfully ignorant of the plainly obvious
truth that no amount of time wasted by bodybuilding or sparring will change the fact that he is a dwarfishly stunted, elflike and inherently effeminate
runt of a sissy manlet boy who would be the belle of the ball in a women's
prison, the Napoleon complex-driven martial arts manlet personifies peak manletism.
Lol, why is that spandex wearing turbo-manlet twirling around beneath that
table lamp while blasting Short
People over there? I think the
silly martial arts manlet is shadow-boxing. Eye of the Manlet. Hahahahaha!
