Max

A few weeks ago when Logic and I went camping in Cle Elum we had a really nice time. The location wasn't as secluded as we would have liked, but the scenery was beautiful and the hiking trails were ideal.
Because Molly and I didn't have the time to plan a trip of our own, we accepted an offer to meet up with another group and basically mooch off of their planned trip. (I've explained most of this before, but I'm just giving you a refresher...)
Anyway, at the campsite there were a total of about 15 people. Only 5 of which I knew. So the next day when Molly, Jeff, Logic and I decided to go for a hike we offered to include the rest of the group. Liz (our other friend) joined us while her fiancee slept off his hangover. As we were loading into the truck Max asked if he could come too. We obliged and set off toward Salmon La Sac.
Once there, we hiked 3 miles to a clearing that opened to the Cle Elum River. Tired and thirsty, we decided to stop and relax. The next thing we know Max is up the stream, in his boxer briefs.
This might sound fascinating to you, but to us it was quite traumatic. Max is not the Adonis that he would be in my imagination. No, he is a middle aged man with a fairly tubby figure. And a lot of conspicuous hair.
Not only did he act as if this was completely normal, but he continued to one-up himself by getting his light grey undies completely wet and then electing to keep his clothes off during the 3 mile trek back to the truck.
That was odd enough, but once we got back to the campsite we discovered that no one actually knew Max.