Bro Tings Gwan

There was a time in this bros life when he could go out every night of the week and, basically did. You know, the job wasn’t too demanding, as a matter of fact, it demanded that I go out drinking (for reals!) and hang out with interesting, if sometimes self-important people. These days are over friends. Kids have fucked around and gotten real jobs (well some of us anyway) and now the only real option is to get set twisted on Friday nights. The secret is though, you’ve got to get so bent that the only thing you want to do is scream in the faces of your bros and leave weirdo freestyle voice mails on ex girlfriends phones while chain smoking in taxis. Like, no talking to girls until you are desperately trying to go home with one of them at 4 am. That shit is the best. It’s also incredibly embarrassing and leads to moments of anguish in between swigs of orange Gatorade (I see you paullyp) or that new raspberry lemonade jumpy mc jump off. So anyways, it’s Thursday and that means you will catch this kid at the bar tomorrow night, holding it down heavily. Come through, I’ll buy you a whiskey.