No joke, I had real life encounter with MFS today at the gym. (And before anyone says "pics or it didn't happen", no I didn't get pics because I forgot to take my phone in. His manlyness would have broken it anyway.)
So I had just finished working out when I grabbed my stuff and started to leave, and as I was going down the hall he was coming straight at me. I obviously had no desire to go at him head on, so I stepped to the side. He was a rather portly man, and was dressed in digital-camoflauge cargo pants and combat boots. Attached to said pants were a pair of red suspenders, and under that he wore a olive drab-colored shirt with the outline of an AK which read "Kalashnikov" in Cryllic. He had a snow-white beard that came down to about the center of his chest, and under his glasses was a pair of thick white eyebrows and deep-set eyes that would have instantly killed a man had they so much as looked him. The icing on the cake was that he wore not a red cap, but instead a jet-black head wrap with red flame printing around the bottom. He also had his mystery (gym) bag with him, probably stuffed full of sweaty socks from his previous 347 straight days of working out that would explode like grenades when thrown. I only glanced at him on my way out so as to avoid being overcome by epicness, although I did feel slightly more manli after seeing him.
I hope I never forget this.
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, but has this been posted here yet?
