Beer Goggles

I have recently stumbled across a piece of ancient and sacred literature. An archaic documentation of regulations that topples the 10 commandments itself. I am speaking, of course, of the Bro Code.

Those of you unaware of the Bro Code; it is a detailed description of guidelines which Bro's must adhere too. Now I'm not going to list them all here for your carnal pleasure, you can go and discover them for yourself (a quick Google search should do the trick).

When going through the code I was always asking myself whether I had held true to the rules of Bro-therhood. A lot of them, I am proud to say, were upheld with dignity! However, there were a few which made me realise how un-Bro I had been in the past. A few years ago, me and my best Bro both had the hots for this one chick. She was about a 7, 8 on a good day. So in the Bro way, we made a pact that neither of us would go for it so as not to break the first rule of Bros: Bros before hoes.

But, I had heard that this chick had familiar feelings for me (despite her being tied down to some older dude). Anyway, they broke up and I went for it, ultimately got turned down and was left with egg on my face. Soggy, pact-breaking egg. My Bro went about things in the correct way; snide comments of pact-breaking, calling the chick crude names to me that sounded rather similar to her name etc.

I therefore take this opportunity to apologise to my Bro, who was nothing but a Bro to me. And if said Bro EVER comes to Australia he can expect some sweet, sweet free accommodation.

I like to think i've changed, only a few weeks ago I turned down buying a hot chick (I mean she was about a 9) at the bar a drink 'cause I only had enough for me and my Bro.

Redemption? Perhaps.