Sup BRO

I need to throw my 2 cents in after that NYD post Perk just put up. Whoaa there were some BROS at that party last night. Me and Perk BRO'd them so many times. The white blazer with shades bro was Perkins nemesis. Those two were everything the other one wasn't, what a BROdown. I wanted to post my experience last night only because you few readers will probably feel better about yourselves after.

My night could have been summed by the first 3 seconds. My Miller High Life (champagne of beers) box handle waited until I was inside and over a hardwood floor to break off. Before I even said hi to anyone I made my entrance with the sound of beer bottles shattering. And let me tell you something, that is only cool when Steve Austin does it.

Later on after I was good and hammered, thinkin Im cool (Im not), Im talking to some girl telling a story (lie) and I hit my hands together and my watch explodes and falls to that same hardwood. Smooth move bro. Watch must have been expensive girl must have thought. It was extra sweet because the thing has a big meaty face on it (the watch, not the girl) so it looks fake nice. Thing waited until the .0002% of my life Im talking to a real life girl to show its true colors (blowout sale on overstock.com).

Later later on, I'm talking to Gordon Dudley Lawson III (Gordie has a presidential name so I like to type it sometimes), and I see him lean back against the kitchen counter. I decide to do the same thing. Only problem is there was no counter behind me. Next thing I know I am backpedaling into the wall, fall down, and am literally sitting in the ice bucket with the beer ball. Have another drink bro. My friends, the girls, and the Bros were all laughing and staring at me. Luckily it wasn't embarassing or anything.

Im not really sure why I was such a chooch last night but it happened. Hopefully that isn't the theme of my life for 2009 but it is possible. Anyway, Im going to go play guitar hero and pretend Im in a band. Sweet life bro.

-Wolfie