Invented by the real Sean Firth, the real Ben Slee and the real Jack Barrington, this phrase is suceeded by a person of your choice in a kind of sarcastic tribute, eg (on seeing the real Sean Firth) "Oh my god, is that... The REAL Sean Firth? Dude, i'm so honoured to meet you. Could I have your autograph?" Alternatively, you can decide they are not the real whoever. eg (on seeing the real Ben Slee) "Jesus! It's the real Ben Slee.... oh no it isnt! It's an imposter! get away from me, you fraud!"
Every man woman and child on the planet should worship the real Mick Foley. Not the fake Mick Foley of WWF/WWE fame, but the Real one. If you don't know who he is, shame on you. You are not worthy of being real. There will be societies and clubs honouring the real mick foley. We will not stop until we achieve total real Mick Foley worship, die or become bored of it all. LONG LIVE THE REAL MICK FOLEY.