Filiberto's are usually short kings with the biggest pout this side of the border. Built like the Michelin
Man or a Teletubby, but with the ferocity of a beaver. Filiberto’s come from long lineages and are often a “the
II, the III, and etc”. Filiberto's commonly call themselves or others place upon them the nickname: ‘Fili’ (pronounced Philly, like the cheese). Filiberto’s love to stay active by pumping iron, roaming the lands for
Pokemon, and walking to and from the local Mexican
food establishment. Filiberto is also a generous lad, like a Latin Santa Claus. His
milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and you better believe it, it's better than yours. Filiberto's are connoisseurs of the finer things in life such as energy drinks, carne asada fries, wine, and things that
people leave behind. Filiberto’s also have huge hearts and are hung with donkey dongs.
"Woah dude! He'
s got some junk in the
trunk! He must be a Filiberto!"
“He was the most loyal and generous friend I’ve ever had with a heart of pure gold. He has the characteristics of a Filiberto.”
“He fought with ferocity and courage I’d
never seen before! Without him we would’ve lost the Battle Of The Bulge. Filiberto’s make the finest soldiers we’ve ever seen, I’ve had the
honor of fighting alongside him since we jumped into Normandy. Without Filiberto Allied Victory and liberation wouldn’t have been possible.”
“Is he eating carne asada fries?! Is that a huge budge in his pants!? Bro that’s Filiberto!”
