The bro lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping. You're not helping! Why is that, bro?
Do you make up these questions or do your bros write them down for you, bro?
The bro lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping. You're not helping! Why is that, bro?
The bro lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping. You're not helping! Why is that, bro?
He ran out on me and my mom when I was three. She had a learning disability and it was really tough. Because of this she could never move past minimum wage jobs but she loved me with all her heart. She did everything she could for me. She tried to provide the best possible life for me but we were always poor.
She would make mistakes at her job and get fired and find a new one, but it was a slow process and we never really had much help. I mean how could we? There was so much of the world she was unaware of and this scumbag deserted her. Deserted us.
As I grew up I became more and more curious about my father, but my mother could never find the right words to articulate her feelings about him. Do you know what it’s like to be more mentally competent than your parent by the time you finish grade 8? That kind of burden, on a fucking child. It was so unfair. I became determined to track him down. I wanted to know. I needed to know.
That desire fell by the wayside, however, when it became clear that I needed to step up and become the breadwinner for my little family. I had to drop out of school. I didn’t really have much of a choice. None of this was her fault, however; I never blamed her. He did this to us. He did. I still needed to know but I would always come up with excuses. I needed to provide. I needed to take care of her. I needed to help her through the world. But mostly? I think I was afraid of the answer. I think I was afraid to find out.
It wasn’t until my early twenties when I finally decided I needed to do something. This question had been burning up inside me for so long that it felt like a part of me now. I needed to find him. I managed to get a decent job at this point and my mom and I had a nice little apartment in the city. Life was good for us now. I needed him to know that. I needed him to know that we made it despite of him. But most of all, I still wanted to know.
Eventually I found out where this scumbag was living. I was trembling the day before I went to confront him. I had built up this day for so long in my mind that I wasn’t even sure this was really happening. I felt like I needed to explode. I almost didn’t do it. But I owed it to her. I owed it to my mother. We needed to know.
The next day with my heart pounding in my chest I knocked on his door. A very pretty woman holding a baby opened it. I was taken aback. I managed to stammer out that I was there to meet him and she told me to come in and wait on the couch while she fetched him. His house was nice. I carefully sat on the couch and scanned the pictures on the walls as she left the room. There must have been dozens of pictures of him and her. They were on boats, in hotels, in front of the goddamn pyramids. He had a new family. A family he wanted. A life he wanted. All he had to do was walk away from us. I felt this anger growing inside of my chest. It was almost unbearably hot. I needed to know now. He had to answer me.
Finally this man – this monster of a man that I had grown up to despise – had come into the room and sat in front of me. He didn’t even recognize me. ME. His own son, and he had no idea who the fuck I even was. ‘That’s it’ I thought, ‘It’s time to know’.
I had some trouble finding the words. My mouth felt like it had been numbed. But I couldn’t let go now. I had come too far.
I leaned in.
“Do you even lift?”
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The bro lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping. You're not helping! Why is that, bro?
What's a bro, bro?
lt's like a bro, bro. you know what a bro is?
Of course bro
Same thing, bro.
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Let it be that the 18th of Septembro, shall henceforth be known as Bro Day.
The bro lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping. You're not helping! Why is that, bro?
Let it be that the 18th of Septembro, shall henceforth be known as Bro Day.
"Good morning. Good morning. In less than an hour, bros from here will join others from around the world, and you will be launching the largest aerial workout in the history of brokind. Brokind, that word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can't be consumed by our petty differences any more. We will be united in our common interest. Perhaps it's fate that today is the 18th of Septembro, and you will once again be lifting for our gains. Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution, but from annihilation. We're lifting for our right to live, to exist, and should we win the day, the 18th of Septembro will no longer be known as an Bro holiday, but as the day when the world declared in one voice, 'We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! We're going to lift on, we're going to survive.' Today we celebrate our Brodependence day!"
Friends, Bromans, Countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil men do lives after them, but the good is oft interred with their brones.
Superior training and superior lifting have, when taken together, a geometric effect on overall daily gains. Well-trained, well-equipped bros can lift up to many more times their lesser brothren than linear brorithmetic would seem to indicate.
Friends, Bromans, Countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil men do lives after them, but the good is oft interred with their brones.
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He ran out on me and my mom when I was three. She had a learning disability and it was really tough. Because of this she could never move past minimum wage jobs but she loved me with all her heart. She did everything she could for me. She tried to provide the best possible life for me but we were always poor.
She would make mistakes at her job and get fired and find a new one, but it was a slow process and we never really had much help. I mean how could we? There was so much of the world she was unaware of and this scumbag deserted her. Deserted us.
As I grew up I became more and more curious about my father, but my mother could never find the right words to articulate her feelings about him. Do you know what it’s like to be more mentally competent than your parent by the time you finish grade 8? That kind of burden, on a fucking child. It was so unfair. I became determined to track him down. I wanted to know. I needed to know.
That desire fell by the wayside, however, when it became clear that I needed to step up and become the breadwinner for my little family. I had to drop out of school. I didn’t really have much of a choice. None of this was her fault, however; I never blamed her. He did this to us. He did. I still needed to know but I would always come up with excuses. I needed to provide. I needed to take care of her. I needed to help her through the world. But mostly? I think I was afraid of the answer. I think I was afraid to find out.
It wasn’t until my early twenties when I finally decided I needed to do something. This question had been burning up inside me for so long that it felt like a part of me now. I needed to find him. I managed to get a decent job at this point and my mom and I had a nice little apartment in the city. Life was good for us now. I needed him to know that. I needed him to know that we made it despite of him. But most of all, I still wanted to know.
Eventually I found out where this scumbag was living. I was trembling the day before I went to confront him. I had built up this day for so long in my mind that I wasn’t even sure this was really happening. I felt like I needed to explode. I almost didn’t do it. But I owed it to her. I owed it to my mother. We needed to know.
The next day with my heart pounding in my chest I knocked on his door. A very pretty woman holding a baby opened it. I was taken aback. I managed to stammer out that I was there to meet him and she told me to come in and wait on the couch while she fetched him. His house was nice. I carefully sat on the couch and scanned the pictures on the walls as she left the room. There must have been dozens of pictures of him and her. They were on boats, in hotels, in front of the goddamn pyramids. He had a new family. A family he wanted. A life he wanted. All he had to do was walk away from us. I felt this anger growing inside of my chest. It was almost unbearably hot. I needed to know now. He had to answer me.
Finally this man – this monster of a man that I had grown up to despise – had come into the room and sat in front of me. He didn’t even recognize me. ME. His own son, and he had no idea who the fuck I even was. ‘That’s it’ I thought, ‘It’s time to know’.
I had some trouble finding the words. My mouth felt like it had been numbed. But I couldn’t let go now. I had come too far.
I leaned in.
“Do you even lift?”
Uh-oh I accidentally deleted my signature. Uh-oh!!
Same thing, bro.
I've never seen a bro bro.
But I know what you mean.
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mine was broto
"Good morning. Good morning. In less than an hour, bros from here will join others from around the world, and you will be launching the largest aerial workout in the history of brokind. Brokind, that word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can't be consumed by our petty differences any more. We will be united in our common interest. Perhaps it's fate that today is the 18th of Septembro, and you will once again be lifting for our gains. Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution, but from annihilation. We're lifting for our right to live, to exist, and should we win the day, the 18th of Septembro will no longer be known as an Bro holiday, but as the day when the world declared in one voice, 'We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! We're going to lift on, we're going to survive.' Today we celebrate our Brodependence day!"
PSN- AHermano
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