Category: brobituates

Well, well, well have we got a line up for you today.

First and foremost welcome the great Brock Brosenhauser to the Bro Log. It feels like the whole Ghostbusters dynamic is finally coming together. We have the smart one in the way of Brock (he reads the news). the wild card, brodistick (he is one crazy son-o-butch). and last but not least, we have the good looking one… that would be me ofcourse.

Overall things seem to be coming along quite nicely on the ole bro log.
(Hmm i wonder if i should have made some sort of Star Trek comparison instead… ‘Nah, forget it – Yo, home to Bel-Air!’)

Alright now that the intros are all bro-out of the way I shall go into a new part of the bro log that i would like to call the NO BROs!

The NO BROs! aim to check out the headlines every once in a while and point out totally un bro like behavior!

Today is a special! Two for one. They are both old and new but whatevers.

The First NO BRO goes to Plaxico Burress:
Ok, he shot himself in the leg at night club last weekend and then tried to find a hospital that would admit him anonymously. FRACKING idiot! I mean really that is not bro like behavior. If you are going to shot yourself… it sure wouldnt be a bullet. From now on. I would like to start the movement know to refer to all stupidity as pulling a Plaxico. An example of this would be: meeting a hot chick and popping a huge boner noticeable boner, Pulling a Plaxico. Falling on your face when getting up to accept an award from the president for saving mankind, Pulling a Plaxico. Barfing on yourself while on the dance floor grinding on a bodacious babe… you guessed it, Pulling a mother-loving Plaxico.
So to recap, Pulling a Plaxico is any totally non-brotastic activity as noted above. I mean come on who shoots themselves in the freakin leg then tries to cover it up? PLAXICO!

NO BRO! the second goes to….
Judge Jackie Glass.

She is the judge in the new OJ Simpson trial. She gets the no bro award because OJ Simpson is the ultimate bro and to put him away is just plain non-bro like behavior.

the MSNBC website changed its report that Simpson could do up to 15 years in prison to 33 year within the space of an hour. How could this happen? you might ask yourself. Its all part of a movement to wipe out broness across this country and that is why Judge Glass gets the second NO BRO! award of the day!
( though it could just be MSNBC’s faulty reporting… but we like to jump to conclusions here)

BROTO of the Day:

Its what Bro’s eat!

You know you’re one of my top bros, bro, because you got my back. And I got yours. You’re my bro. But you went above and beyond the other night, bromaldehyde. You really did. Saving me that seat at the Velvet Revolver show, even though all those other bros were trying to get up front, bro? So clutch.

You are truly a god among bros.

Just when I think you’re as solid as a bro can get, you raise the very definition of brodom to new heights. You’re like a brogle, soaring to the farthest reaches of the atbrosphere. Seriously. If it weren’t for you and your extreme brobility to hook a bro up when it is most croosh, I’d have been stuck in some bitch-ass seat, cramped all in the corner with a bunch of bitch-asses, bro. But you stepped up. You brovercame all obstacles to help a bro out. This is the kind of shit that makes bros for life.

Brody, I was so stoked when you told Gina to go eat a fat one after she asked if she could have your other ticket, even though you knew you could probably get a pretty deese HJ from her. Bros before hos, bro. That’s what I’m talking about.

You are the king of all bros. Brotankhamen. You are the Ayatollah Bromeini. You are Broseidon, lord of the brocean.

But this is just one of many times you’ve fallen on a grenade for me, brozo. Who took the blame when I broke Skeeter’s bong and fucking Skeeter was all fucking pissed? You, bro. Who was the first to bro up and carry that fucking keg of Killian’s up four flights of stairs for Duke’s surprise party? You, bro. Who was the only Bromo sapien on the planet to tell me he thought the brand-new rims on my F-350 were the shit even though everyone else was all, like, fucking not that excited about them? Bro, you know it was you. You’re my broheim supremo, bro, and don’t you ever forget it.

I’m so fucking glad we’re bros, bro!

I’ve long admired your absolute broficiency in all things bro-related, and the way you’ve always carried yourself in a brofessional manner. I consider you a brole model. When I was new in this town, you took me under your wing and showed me the bropes. And I will always preesh that. Not only did you school me in proper brotocol, but you were a spiritual leader, a confidant, and, more importantly, a bro. You taught me how to be true to my inner bro and to bros around me. You are a real bro. Not a fake bro, like those other douches. I hate fake bros, bro. Faux breaux. Fuck that. No, really, bro…you’re practically a bro-ther to me.

Look at you, blasting in like Rambro and firing off your launcher like nobrody’s business, bro. Serious Brotosaurus Rex action. Brodius Maximus. I’m not big on labels, but you, more than any of the wiggers, bitches, goth chicks, dorks, homos, or Mexicans I know, are absolutely beyond rebroach.

In fact, your brotitude is so brossential that, in many ways, you are the ultimate brototype: You sprung out of the brotean ooze at the very broment of creation, unformed, unmolded, and became the ultimate bro, more powerful than any who came brofore. I don’t fear your power, bro, but I respect it. And I will always brobey it.

Brosemite Sam. Potassium Bromide. Brobi Wan Kenobi. Brover Norquist.

Like Broseph Stalin, you are leading the way to the dictatorship of the broletariate. It is truly revbrolutionary. Like the Bro v. Wade of our generation. You brobliterate the enemy from the very peak of Mt. Brolympus. That’s some shit. That’s brolific. But that’s the kind of bro you are.

Bro-S.A.! Bro-S.A.! I’m so pumped right now! Bro-S.A.!

You are the epitome of bro, in every brossible way, and that’s the Bro’s honest truth, bro. I may have a bropensity for broverstatement, but this no mere hyperbrole: You are 100 brocent, absbrolutely the broest. Brotally.

I wish I had the words to describe what a good friend you are, dude