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  The Man Bible: A Survival Guide

  a Slater Brothers companion

  L.A. Casey

  Contents

  The Man Bible: A Survival Guide

  Also By L.A. Casey

  Dedication

  The Dawn Of … The Man … Bible

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  The Rise Of ... The Man ... Bible

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  The Man Bible: A Survival Guide

  a Slater Brothers companion

  New York Times bestselling author

  L.A. Casey

  Also By L.A. Casey

  Slater Brothers series

  Dominic

  Bronagh

  Alec

  Keela

  Kane

  Aideen

  Ryder

  Branna

  Damien

  Alannah

  Brothers

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  Maji series

  Out of the Ashes

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  Standalone novels

  Frozen

  Until Harry

  The Man Bible: A Survival Guide

  a Slater Brothers companion

  Copyright © 2018 by L.A. Casey

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  ISBN-13: 978-1912223046

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  All rights reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, establishments, organisations, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously to give a sense of authenticity. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  To fellow men everywhere, you’re not alone in your struggle to understand women. We need to rise up and stand together against the female gender. Together we’re strong, apart ... they can smell our fear.

  The Dawn Of ... The Man ... Bible

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  Do you know what you’ve got in your hands? A little piece of fucking treasure, that’s what. I’ve taken initiative here and have turned my trusty Man Bible into an actual fucking survival guide, because the loot between these pages will lead to each of you having happy, stress free lives with your women. Also, I’m sick and tired of repeating shit to you assholes, so whenever you have a Man Bible question, pick this gem up, put your big boy pants on, and start reading.

  This guide is small now, but we all know this could be one guide that has about fifty or so editions, because every time I learn something new about the mysterious beings that are women, I’m updating this shit for research purposes. Maybe one day I’ll share this information with the rest of the men in the world, that’s a lot of bros for me to help out, but for right now, you four bitches get the inside scoop about the opposite sex.

  The only rule about The Man Bible, and it’s the most important rule you’ll ever hear so note this shit. Alec, I’m looking at you. No matter what situation you find yourself in, no matter if your woman tells you she’ll suck your cock or let you fuck her ass, you don’t fucking talk about The Man Bible. I can’t stress this enough. It will end in an argument about how you need a survival guide to be with your woman in the first place. She will take major offence to its existence, to it being in your possession, and somehow it will result in her coming to the conclusion that you think she is fat and ugly. Your ass will be parked on the couch for an unknown amount of time if this occurs. Blowjobs and sex of any kind are non-existent during this period so do yourself a favor, and keep your trap shut. Alec, I’m again looking at you.

  This is an official rule, it’s in bold and also underlined, so you have to adhere to it. I’ve many other guidelines and suggestions for you to consider as well, but we’ll get to that. Keep this book in a safe place, treat it like you’re fourteen years old again, and it’s your very first Playboy magazine. Treasure it, protect it, love it. Read, re-read then re-re-read this shit as often as you need to. Trust me, you won’t regret it. Kick back, have your highlighter ready, and prepare to learn some shit.

  I present to you, The Man Bible: A Survival Guide ... you’re fucking welcome.

  Chapter One

  IT’S NOT WHAT SHE SAYS ... IT’S HOW SHE SAYS IT

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  We’ve all found ourselves sitting alone after an argument from hell feeling utterly confused because you did exactly what your woman said you could do when you asked her permission for something ... only to find out that she is a little liar, and didn’t mean a word of what she said. First things first, no matter what, the blame lies with the man. That’s you. Trust me when I say you will not convince your woman otherwise and deep down you know this. If she told you that you could do something, but she didn’t really mean it, then she has already decided that you’re guilty for not seeing through her Oscar worthy lie. Nothing you say, or do, will change this fact. Accept that shit, and living with her will become a whole lot fucking easier.

  Now. To save yourself from sitting alone for hours wondering what the fuck you did wrong when your woman gave you permission for something, only to go back on her word and become the spawn of Satan, I’m gonna break this shit down for you. This information will rid you of migraines, an empty belly (because she’s not cooking for you when she’s mad, not a chance in Hell) and sleeping on the couch. Like the title of this chapter says, it’s not what she says, it’s how she says it.

  It’s all about her tone, her body language, and abso-fucking-lutely nothing to do with the words that leave her mouth.

  Let’s say she says that you can go out to the bar with your buddies, okay? Does she keep non-blinking eye contact with you when she speaks? Does she smile like she’s just won the lottery? Does she tilt her head to the side at any point in the conversation? Does she encourage you to stay out later that you originally suggested? Does she seem obscenely happy when you mention that other females will be in breathing distance of you? Does she clap her hands together every time she says a word for no apparent reason? Does she tell you to ‘go out, have fun’? If the answer to any of these questions is yes, then you need to sit your ass down, and re-evaluate your life and future choices because she doesn’t mean a single fucking word of what she is saying to you. Not. One. Word.

  —She is daring you, not giving permission—

  If, at any point, you’re reading this information and thinking ‘bullshit, my girl is chill and wouldn’t do this’ then let me tell you something, my friend. You’re fucking deluded. Every woman on planet Earth does this, and if you meet a woman that says she doesn’t, then she is either flat out lying to you, or she hasn’t fallen in love with her future husband, or wife, yet, thus isn’t aware of the level of crazy that she is capable of reaching. That level isn’t measurable, either. There is no limit to a woman’s crazy.

  Remember that, and you just might survive spending your life with one.

  Chapter Two


  TRICK QUESTIONS ... THESE ARE LIFE OR DEATH SITUATIONS

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  Has your woman ever asked you what you thought was an innocent question, only for you to rapidly find out that it had fifty underlining meanings that you were absolutely not aware of? Yeah, those are trick questions, my friend. In the military, they are called the mine fields: undetectable, and life ending upon detonation. It’s fucking scary, I’m not going to water it down for you. You will fear for your life. Answering a trick question is life threatening, but answering a trick question wrong? Christ, your woman will give Lucifer a run for his money and happily take a fucking seat on Hell’s throne. There is only one way around this.

  —Under no circumstances do you answer the fucking question—

  I don’t care if it starts a whole other argument about you not listening to her, or refusing to engage in conversation, do not answer a trick question. It will always end badly for you. Always. Trick questions only have one purpose, to hurt men. That’s it. Women think it’s to get information out of you by being deceitful, but their genetics know how much pain trick questions cause our gender, so they do that shit for fun. I don’t even think they are fully aware of it, but they do it, and they do that shit well.

  When you get the curve ball that is a trick question, you need to be quick and alert. Train your mind for this: practice fire round questioning when you have down time to prepare yourself. It will save you a headache in the future. Trust me. Once you practice, you can divert a possible life ending question with e.g. the weather, world events, the Kardashians, Cathy down the street who is definitely fucking her brother-in-law. You’re to use anything and everything in your arsenal to avoid answering the question.

  Changing the subject is always the safest bet.

  Now. If there is no way for you to avert the conversation away from the question, or a way for you quite literally to run away without answering the fucking question, you will have to resort to risky business ... answering the question with another question. I do not, under any fucking circumstances advise this unless you have absolutely no choice. The walls have to be closing in around you for you to even consider this because it won’t be good. This is a red alert, man down, nine-fucking-one-one kind of situation. If there is one thing that women hate, it’s men not answering their questions. If there is another thing women hate more than that? It’s men answering a question with another fucking question. Look, I honestly don’t have any advice other than to change your name and leave the country if this occurs because you’re finished at this point.

  A woman with no answer to her question will become a hell hound, she will make up her own answers to the question, and come to her own final conclusions. You’ll never have a single moments peace ever again. She will use this against you five years later when you forget to put the toilet seat down. Do yourself a favor and fucking think before you speak, you’ll add years onto your life by doing so.

  Chapter Three

  IF SHE LAUGHS DURING AN ARGUMENT … RUN

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  Man, I learned this the hard way on multiple occasions.

  Laughter during an argument isn’t your woman realizing that she’s a silly Billy and everything you’re arguing about is her fault. No, my friend, it’s her not being able to believe that you had the audacity to challenge her when she has conjured up concrete proof in her mind that you are in the wrong. This is the moment a woman’s crazy reaches its full peak. She contemplates a lot of dangerous things during this fleeting period of laughter. She wonders where she went wrong in training you to behave so animal like, and she asks God what did she do wrong in life to only attract assholes -- she means you.

  —Shut your fucking mouth and walk, or run, away from your impending death—

  Engaging in further conversation when your woman has laughed mid-argument is stupid. It’s so fucking stupid that your genetics should detect the danger and be giving you warning signals to back the fuck off because it’s never a good idea to poke an already infuriated bear. Have you ever known anyone to poke a damn bear and survive to tell the tale? Exactly. You will fucking die, and you will die painfully ... or at the very least, you’ll wish you were dead.

  Apologizing is out of the window at this point, too. Once she has reached that mid-argument laughter, it is the point of no return. Anything, and everything, you say will be held against you in the court of females. By the end of the evening, her mother will know what you’ve done, so will her sister, her friends ... her friend’s fucking sister will be up to date on your fuck ups, too. You will be on multiple shitlists, and no man in his right mind will attempt to speak on your behalf because he isn’t fucking stupid.

  The only thing you can do is get out of her sight, and allow her time to cool down. Depending on the level of crazy she has reached, this could take three to five business days, but to expedite things along I advise you do all of the following:

  – Clean the fucking house.

  – Be more hands on with the kids, and pets.

  – Do the laundry (and do it fucking correctly, she’ll gut you alive if you mix colors).

  – Cook the dinner (and clean up after yourself).

  – Buy lots of chocolate, or other candy she likes, and leave it within sniffing distance of her.

  – Have romance movies constantly on the TV, she might watch one of them and realize she still actually loves you.

  And if all of this fails, the only thing I can think of is breaking down and crying like a newborn baby. I have witnessed this work before my very eyes thanks to Alec breaking down like a bitch in front of Keela (I told you I was putting that shit in here, bro). She was instantly confused and forgot that she was angry with him, and her instinct to comfort him took over. Use this chink in a woman’s armor to its full potential.

  I’m not saying this will work in your case, but fuck it, you were probably reaching the stage were you wanted to cry anyway, so in the words of that Disney princess whose hair reminds me of Damien, let it fucking go.

  Chapter Four

  THE SILENT … BUT DEADLY … TREATMENT

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  I know what you’re thinking, because I’ve found myself thinking of it plenty of times. What the fuck did I do wrong in my past life to warrant the dreaded silent treatment? I’ve come to many conclusions, my friend, and none of them bode very well for us. I’ve either said something wrong, did something wrong, thought something wrong, was about to do something wrong, or I was breathing too loudly ... or most likely all of the above. Now, most men would think receiving the silent treatment from their woman is an awesome, peaceful, holy experience ... but I know better than most men.

  This is a painful, mind numbing, heart wrenching, stomach churning time, because I know when the silent treatment ends, a raging storm will take its place, and I will likely be left fighting for my life. The silent treatment is where the term ‘the calm before the storm’ came from. I have no proof other than male intuition. Women use this time of silence to plot a man’s downfall, they get creative about how they’re going to get you back for whatever it was you did to piss them off in the first place. Everything is done in stealth mode during the period of silent treatment, and nothing is what it seems.

  Did your lady smile at you for no apparent reason? She was probably imagining pushing you down the stairs. Did she laugh at something you said when you weren’t even trying to be funny? She was most likely visualizing you swinging from the ceiling fan by your legs. Did she give you a little shove with a combination of a laugh and a smile? She is definitely practicing for the moment she pushes you into oncoming traffic.

  —Don’t engage in conversation ... now is not the time to be a chatty Cathy—

  The best thing you can do to weather the storm before it hits, is to man the fuck up and prepare. Have a plan, memorize the plan and stick to that goddamn plan. Have lotion and tissues on standby because you’re getting zero pussy until your woman decides otherwise. I’d advise you to take up yoga to
improve your flexibility so you can spend a few nights on the couch without breaking your damn back. Have microwave meals stocked up in the freezer because your dinner is about to be burned to within an inch of its life every night for the foreseeable future. Pre-record all your favorite shows because unless your woman watches them with you, you aren’t allowed to watch them.

  The storm will be rough no matter how well you prepare for it, so my last piece of advice to service the silent treatment with your balls still attached to your body is this: Keep out of your woman’s way whenever possible, and do not draw an unwanted attention. I’ve found that it is always good to constantly have one of your kids attached to your hip. Use that child as a human shield if you have to. Women are less likely to end you if you have their precious baby in your arms. It sounds harsh, but war always is.

  We must sacrifice a few for the survival of many.

  Chapter Five

  IF SHE SAYS SHE’S NOT HUNGRY … SHE’S LYING