

so i open the fridge (ya know because i'm all "There should be no gender-specific food! all food should be equal! Feminism!")

and i see this on the top shelf above some nasty looking philly cheese steaks-in-a-box:

apparently man food at my office means a baby tarantula, a small scorpion and one giant mutherfucking scorpion in ziplocks

here's my man hand for reference:
