I'm gunna take a guess that you have an office job Surkin, otherwise you wouldn't be on bigfooty all day. Well, unless you are a tradesman, you aren't a real man. So, despite your herculian effort on the weekend of drinking 6 Carlton Draught cans and waiting until after dinner to have a shandy, you still don't qualify as a real man.
Don't have an office job and if you ever met me I don't think you would be questioning my masculinity.