bro touch with a semi-bro

update tomorrow.

sup brah??

found myself in the marina district this afternoon (long story, don't ask), and after almost getting run over by a dude in his miata, ended up popping into a walgreens. given the environs, the friendly neighborhood drugstore had a definite fratmosphere, perhaps because it carried BRO HATS. i am not even shitting you.



a stylish visor for the balding broseph???

reunited and it feels . . . just okay?

after a long reprieve from the brosephs of the world, i had the pleasure of viewing a half-hour bro wrestling/cuddling match underneath the fireworks in dolores park. my favorite part was when bro #1 sat on the face of bro #2 and yelled "lick my ball sack! lick my ball sack! lick my ball sack!" god bless america.