Man 2 - He's at home watching the Notebook with his old lady.
Man 1 Jesus Christ. He's living under the grip of poontocracy.
Man 2 he is indeed a slave to the system.
Example two
Man 1 - My wife and haven't had sex in three months, plus she's a huge bitch about everything, I had to lie and say I had to work tonight just so I could come out.
Man 2 - You're living under a complete poontocracy my friend. You have my sympathies.
Mr. Garrison: "Yeah, I tell you, boys, women can kill. Poontang's expensive. That's why when it comes to chicks, I just screw 'em and leave 'em. I say, ‘Get out of my bedroom, poontank, before you suck my life dry.’"
Rough anal intercourse, usually performed as punishment for those who are unfortunate to enter enter the Poontah Tribe's sacred territory. It involves the whole group of whoever stepped into their territory strapped to a log and given two choices. Death... or Poontah. Most given these choices are unaware of the true nature of the word Poontah, and are buttfucked by the whole damn tribe (except the chieftain.) Those who survive the hard Poontah feel the cum from the tribe's collective climax alter their DNA, and in 20-ish minutes become another member of the tribe.
Chieftain: Skinneh Man... what do you choose? Poontah..? or DEATH?!
Algebra Teacher: Well, I don't want to die, but I don't know what Poontah means...
Chieftain: *silence*
Algebra Teacher: Alright, fine! I choose Poontah. How bad could it be?
Chieftain: HE CHOOSES DE POONTAH!
Entire tribe: *applauding whilst stripping him ass naked*