"Dude I don't care if you ran out of hair gel, you go to the store and buy more. To go out clubbing without spiking your hair is definitely against brotocol."
When the boys all get together with one goal in mind. To roast as many savage bints as possible. Preferably ones without felted mounds and absolutely no gashes.
"Yo Bro!"
"Ya."
"Sup tonight?"
"Looking to set up a Bropocalypse, you in?"
"Ya, for sho. Lets wheel some slappers tonight!"
"Im down for that. Hopefully they have dripping deltas, so I can slide into their crawl spaces!"