(Disclaimer: These are not the actual bros.)
When you drive late night and early morning, you meet a lot of bros heading home from the clubs. They are always talking about the girls they almost talked to, almost got numbers from, and almost took home. They are usually at least a little drunk.
Rarely are these rides worth writing about, but recently one sentence made me laugh out loud.
Three bros jammed into the back seat. Two were engaged in debate about what food to eat when they got home. Steve was silent, but they wanted his vote.
“Steve, what should we eat when we get back home? Brad wants Taco Bell. I want to order pizza.”
“Gentlemen, I plan to retire immediately to my chambers to partake of some adult entertainment.”
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