Person 1: Dude, I saw a T-posing Mario yesterday in my dreams, as his voice deepened and grew closer and closer, and at the epitome of his arrival, he whispered in my ears, "brodo."
Person 2: Oh yeah, that happens
all the time.
Person 1: Yo, what's up, my brodo?
Person 2: Dude, don't use the name of our lord and savior in vain.
Chad: Do you have some time to spare to speak of our lord and savior?
Karen: Sure! I love Jesus. I'm a Catholic, you know.
Chad: Ew,
what the fuck? I was talking about brodo, you
fucking normie.