A fork of Rural Dictionary
The Manlet Detection Agency is a crucial government entity that seeks to, using the long arm of the law, squash the derisory emergence of a pint-sized manlet insurgency. The brave men and women of the Manlet Detection Agency work tirelessly to protect the community from the ever-present threat of a manlet uprising by relentlessly detecting manlets both online and irl. Suspected manlets are detained and then searched and stripped of any contraband like height boosting insoles and high heels. Subsequently the potential Little Criminals are meticulously measured and, if confirmed to be shorter than 5ft10 and therefore a soon-to-be prison wife manlet, the stunted manlets are arrested on the spot. Every lacking inch below 5ft10 is known to be reflected by an additional ten-year prison term in the girlish manlet's well-deserved sentence, which will be imposed upon the puny manlet by a fuming judge as the microscopic manlet boy stands small in a courtroom atop of his towering attorney's outstretched palm securely shackled by a string of dental floss.
Hey, isn't that the minuscule turbo-manlet Kevin Hart getting hemmed up by a heroic group of mobile task force agents from the Manlet Detection Agency? It sure is. That diminutively petite and astronomically effeminate sissy manlet is going to be sentenced to a billion years in the penitentiary. Hahahahaha!
Manlets (males shorter than 5ft10) blown the fuck out. Employed in recognition or mockery of a particularly devastating humiliation or defeat, suffered by a petite and effeminate sissy manlet boy. Frequently used online because the silly manlet's already lowly existence is constantly blighted by merited mortification due to his comical manletism and self-evident Napoleon complex.
Did you know that manlets face a 90%+ rejection rate from women and aren't even allowed to donate sperm? Hahahahaha! Eternally, brutally and utterly manlets BTFO!
A mentally masochistic and excessively ego-driven manlet boy (a male shorter than 5ft10), who is extremely prone to magical thinking and manlet rage. The term was coined by Elliot "The Supreme Gentleman" Rodger (aptly named The Virgin Killer by the media) during his unsurprisingly unsuccessful period of residence in Isla Vista, California while senselessly attending Santa Barbara City College and first published in mortifying videos with hilarious titles such as: "Why do girls hate me so much", "Life is so unfair because girls don't want me", "My reaction to seeing a young couple at the beach, Envy" on his now defunct YouTube channel and in his manlet manifesto "My Twisted World". In a highly amusing manifestation of manlet mathematics and guy height, Elliot "Tall Tales" Rodger liked to claim that he was 5ft10, his shamefully stunted truthful height being around 5ft6. Evidently afflicted with a Napoleon complex deluxe, unquestionably suffering from Napoleon complex psychosis and after having been bullied throughout all of his lowly life for being a Little Napoleon, rejected by every women in southern California, wasting thousands of dollars on lottery tickets (like the money-hungry dwarf that he was) and fracturing his delicate, little ankle in a fruitless fight against a group of laughing manmores, it was only a matter of time before the queen of manletism finally snapped and embarked on his abominable "Day of Retribution". Short people got no reason.
Natalie: Why is that garden gnome over there wearing Gucci sunglasses and a Hugo Boss shirt? Erin: Supreme gentleman manlet detected. Let's throw our high heels at him and see if he goes Bagel Boss Manlet on us! Natalie: Manlets BTFO. Hahahahaha!
The matriculated manlet is a silly, little manlet boy who is senselessly enrolled at a college or university. Here the completely delusional and diminutively dwarfed Oompa Loompa wastes his time (when not working shifts at the chocolate factory) by furiously staring at all the tall and happy couples who walk around the campus like the bitter and envious peewee manlet that he is, crying all alone in the girl's bathroom after being asked by campus security if he was there for Take Your Daughter to Work Day and if he had lost his daddy and by being stuffed into backpacks, lockers, trashcans, lunchboxes, drawers, toilets, empty cigarette packs, pencil cases and used condoms like the inherently effeminate and minusculely malformed midget manlet bully magnet that he was always destined to be. When not being examined microscopically while standing on a petri dish by horrified microbiology students, the matriculated manlet is free to indulge in his true passions of girlishly practicing his bumbling cheerdance routine in an effort to become the captain of the local manlet football cheer squad and undergoing a brutal hazing ritual in order to join the only fraternity that would accept him, the Sigma Beta Manlet, by engaging in a fight to the death against fourteen other oiled up, bikini-clad midgets in an electrified bird cage.
Emma: Hey, why is that matriculated manlet tearfully ranting about women while sitting in his BMW in the parking lot over there? I could barely understand his manletspeak. Why all of the manlet rage? Isabella: He approached me, introduced himself as the supreme gentleman and brusquely told me to get in his car so that I can delight in his fabulousness and magnificence. I simply looked down at him and laughingly called him a petite and utterly insignificant little manlet fairy and then he just ran away crying to his Manletmobile. Emma: Manlets, when will they learn?
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!
A time when a bunch of minuscule manlets get together to whine about having spent another torturous weekend alone as always and to mentally prepare themselves for an undoubtedly horrific week of constant humiliation and well-deserved bullying due to their laughably obvious manletism and abominable Napoleon complex. The stunted and diminutive manlet boys usually dance around wearing Oompa Loompa costumes while listening to Short People, thusly worshipping their idol Randy Newman in a futile and desperate bid to be finally blessed with an invaluable and long-awaited growth spurt.
Lol, why are those sissy manlets dressed up as Oompa Loompas holding hands over there? It must be Manlet Monday. Those midget monstrosities are probably waddling to the nearest hobbit-hole. Good. I don't want no short people around here.
The perpetually petulant, paranoid and pessimistic petite misanthropic manlet is an isolated loner manlet who childishly shuns the company of grown-ups and instead prefers to focus his girlishly giddy energy on pursuing his numerous hobbies, including but not limited to: alcoholism, compulsively measuring his immutably dwarfed height every five minutes, e-shopping for children's clothes and high heels, daydreaming about getting pegged by a seven-foot tall dominatrix while he sings Short People in his high-pitched and squeaky-voiced manletspeak, performing delusional height increasing stretching exercises while listening to Skee-Lo's "I wish" and wearing nothing but high heels and a training bra, venting his manlet rage by ranting about how all women (righteously) reject and laugh at him at his local Bagel Boss and putting the finishing touches on his manlet manifesto before shooting up his favorite Barbie Dreamhouse due to the Barbie doll he was crushing on calling him an inherently effeminate, microscopically infinitesimal stunted beastling of a sissy manlet boy when she caught him in the Dreamhouse manlet pit as the deranged low IQ manlet was stupidly attempting to give the, by comparison towering, Ken doll a standing blowjob.
Emma: Lol, why is that misanthropic manlet furiously dry humping that garden gnome over there? Allison: It's because manlets can't be choosers. Emma: Short people got nobody. Allison: Hahahahaha!