Dear Gman,

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 F*CKING Skeeter was all F*CKING pissed? You, bro. Who was the first to bro up and carry that F*CKING 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, F*CKING 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 F*CKING 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. F*CK 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.

...cool story...BRO! (oh im sorry I just had to say it!) ahah jk jk but damn that's some true bro-love, makes me love Gman even moar. So how much buttsecks do u guys have?

I feel really gay right now. I think I'll go F*CK a dude.

who wants to watch bromance with me?

hooker, wtf is wrong with you? take your head out of Gmans ass for 5 seconds and read what you just said.

OHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CAUGHT IN A BAD BROMANCE

I'm not making a bro joke here.

tl;dr

LOL

so you two gonna F*CK?

Fixed, for all you wannabe Hawaiians...

Dear Gman,

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

You are truly a god among brahs.

Just when I think you're as solid as a brah can get, you raise the very definition of brahdom to new heights. You're like a brahgle, soaring to the farthest reaches of the atbrahsphere. Seriously. If it weren't for you and your extreme brahbility to hook a brah 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, brah. But you stepped up. You brahvercame all obstacles to help a brah out. This is the kind of shit that makes brahs for life.

Brahdy, 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. Brahs before hos, brah. That's what I'm talking about.

You are the king of all brahs. Brahtankhamen. You are the Ayatollah Brahmeini. You are Brahseidon, lord of the brahcean.

But this is just one of many times you've fallen on a grenade for me, brahzo. Who took the blame when I brahke Skeeter's bong and F*CKING Skeeter was all F*CKING pissed? You, brah. Who was the first to brah up and carry that F*CKING keg of Killian's up four flights of stairs for Duke's surprise party? You, brah. Who was the only Brahmo 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, F*CKING not that excited about them? Brah, you know it was you. You're my brahheim supremo, brah, and don't you ever forget it.

I'm so F*CKING glad we're brahs, brah!

I've long admired your absolute brahficiency in all things brah-related, and the way you've always carried yourself in a brahfessional manner. I consider you a brahle model. When I was new in this town, you took me under your wing and showed me the brahpes. And I will always preesh that. Not only did you school me in proper brahtocol, but you were a spiritual leader, a confidant, and, more importantly, a brah. You taught me how to be true to my inner brah and to brahs around me. You are a real brah. Not a fake brah, like those other douches. I hate fake brahs, brah. Faux breaux. F*CK that. No, really, brah…you're practically a brah-ther to me.

Look at you, blasting in like Rambrah and firing off your launcher like nobrahdy's business, brah. Serious Brahtosaurus Rex action. Brahdius 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 rebrahach.

In fact, your brahtitude is so brahssential that, in many ways, you are the ultimate brahtotype: You sprung out of the brahtean ooze at the very brahment of creation, unformed, unmolded, and became the ultimate brah, more powerful than any who came brahfore. I don't fear your power, brah, but I respect it. And I will always brahbey it.

Brahsemite Sam. Potassium Brahmide. Brahbi Wan Kenobi. Brahver Norquist.

Like Brahseph Stalin, you are leading the way to the dictatorship of the brahletariate. It is truly revbrahlutionary. Like the Brah v. Wade of our generation. You brahbliterate the enemy from the very peak of Mt. Brahlympus. That's some shit. That's brahlific. But that's the kind of brah you are.

Brah-S.A.! Brah-S.A.! I'm so pumped right now! Brah-S.A.!

You are the epitome of brah, in every brahssible way, and that's the Brah's honest truth, brah. I may have a brahpensity for brahverstatement, but this no mere hyperbrahle: You are 100 brahcent, absbrahlutely the brahest. Brahtally.

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

Ya........................I'm not going to touch this one.

Durango if you think im going to read that homo wall of text again to read your edits you're batshit crazy....

Geno, everything that said "bro" is replaced with brah, dude.

for everytime i read or hear "bro" or "brah" in the server and on the forums i will add it to a tally of how many time i need ot punch you in the balls hooker

Plagiarism ftl!

http://links.zigzo.com/2008/11/14/bros-4-life/

LOL?

It was a joke mang.

ROFL

LMAO, i stand corrected cool story bro