when the bros are away, the bruns will play

so it's been a bit quiet around here lately with the bros down in nola. perhaps TOO quiet. so, i took matters into my own hands and started busting some stuff up.

first? my front door:

not sure what's next; i'll keep you updated.

addendum to the last post

i forgot to mention that i also discovered that the brosephs are headed to new orleans next week for a little mardi gras action. the theme of their trip is "no means yes."

AHAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

brobook

so i stumbled upon one of the brosephs on facebook (believe it or not, we have mutual friends), and it was enlightening to say the least.

there are some very telling status messages:
Pregame at [my address] tonight. 5:30pm
Sober for now, not going to be soon. 6:41pm
Exclaims party at [my address] Friday night- kegs, liquor, bags of vino. 8:13pm
Just won a drinking competition before it started. 2:08am

Is ready to drink at some bar with a porn-stache... 1:34pm
Is drinking with good looking fellows and ladies at [my address]. 8:32pm
So, as it turns out, if you don't go drinking tomorrow you are a pussy... 8:47pm

Big pregame here tonight... Many drinks, lovely ladies, drunk boys. 3:29pm

[i bet "lovely ladies" includes me.]

and some very telling events:
Party at [my address]
Type: Party - Night of Mayhem

Start Time: Friday, September 26, 2008 at 9:30pm
End Time: Saturday, September 27, 2008 at 5:00am

Description
Because rush is over and we have kegs

[their picture, not mine.]

and some very telling comments on said event's info page:
bro #1: why did you only invite 42 people? if you dont have enough friends for a party [bro #2], you shouldnt throw one.
bro #2: [bro #1]. Your dick is small
bro #1: then why do you keep sending me personal messages asking to see it.
bro #3: [bro #4]'s gf is coming? I call dibbbbbbbbs....

[you can't make this shit up, folks.]

if i were a bro . . .

thanks jordan!

the room where you live

i just had a random bro stop by (a bro-by?) who's living here next year with his buddy. he pointed to the room adjacent to my kitchen which includes my sofa, coffee table, bookcase, and tv and said, "this is my bedroom!!!" cool, dude.

so i'm currently writing this from my 2nd bedroom. (y'all didn't know i was so fancy, did you?)

my doorbell is not a brobell

sooooo, my doorbell at the bottom of the stairs? the one that's loud enough to wake me up at 4 in the morning? quit messing with it!

part of me wants to put a little sticker next to it that says "this belongs to the cute blonde girl sleeping soundly upstairs" so they don't get it confused with the other broham doorbells, but the other part of me just knows that means they'd hit it a million times more.

a brosephs' quarrel

one of the upstairs bros and his buddy can't figure out how to open the apartment door again. the buddy just said to the bro: "it's a good thing i'm not a girl 'cuz i would've lost interest by now." the bro retorted back: "well, maybe you shouldn't've lost the spare key i made you." ooooh, burn!