Your Man Cave should be at least as big as your ego. Unless, of course, your name is Donald Trump.
Man Caves come in all shapes and sizes. Now, I don’t know how you feel about yours, but my Man Cave is awesome. And it’s huge. How huge? So huge it takes up the entire bottom floor of my home.
So, not only does it have a ridiculously massive flat screen complete with surround sound, it also has all the other accouterments, amenities and accessories necessary for me top off my testosterone whenever I get the urge to do so.
It also includes a den, a full bathroom, a bedroom and another adjacent room with a treadmill, free weights and other workout equipment, as well as a pop-a-shot basketball hoop and all of my fishing equipment.
Oh, yes, it’s manly. And awesome. And all mine. So you can visit it all you like, but unlike The Hotel California, do feel free to not only check out anytime you like, but to leave and stake your claim in your own damn Man Cave.
You’re welcome.
