No Ma'am

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National Organization of Men Against Amazonian Masterhood
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Abbreviation: NO MA'AM
Group Numbers: Al and his friends
Leadership: Al Bundy
Goals: To fight the increasing power of women all over society
Recruitment Policy: No girls allowed; must be a man, and a manly one
Contact: Al Bundy

Our Mission

Women belong in two places; the kitchen and the bedroom. When they leave either of the two they become confused. When they become confused they try to act self-important. They'll try running for president, try driving, try filling out tax returns, and of course...shopping. No Ma'am will eliminate this problem by killing all women found in our fair city. They do not belong outside trying to kill zombies. That's a man's job they they're trying to take away. A man is supposed to bring home the bacon and then eat it. When a woman tries to bring home the bacon they make it tofu and then say you can't eat it with your elbows on the table. We cannot have this!

Our Enemies

List of Known Women

None yet

The Nudie Bar

Where the music stinks, and they water the drinks, the nudie bar.

Where the girlies dance in their underpants, the nudie bar.

Where you see their butt, and their trap stays shut, at the nudie bar.

Where you can't touch a breast, but you can cave in a chest, at the nudie bar.

Where you look at a thigh, and blacken an eye, at the nudie bar.

Where the beer gives you gas, but the Bundys kick ass, at the nudie bar.


Where a buck's enough to see their stuff, at the nudie bar.

Where the breasts may be fake but man do they shake, at the nudie bar.

Where you swear like a sailor, and wish you could nail her, at the nudie bar.

Where the cops are at the door, and there's a Kennedy on the floor, at the nudie bar.


Where Christmas is nice, and lap dances are half price, at the nudie bar.

Where you drink down the shooters, and unwrap the hooters, at the nudie bar.

Where eggnogs are plenty, and the girls all twenty, at the nudie bar.