Listen man, I KNOW: there is NO ONE more authentically "Bro" than you are. Nothing could be more obvious. You're on this site aren't you? You’re probably surfin' the web with one hand and cradling with the other. So bro. Hell, just the fact that you know what I'm referring to when I say "cradling" signifies at least an entry level of bro-ficity. And that hat you're wearing looks SO tight; that backwards SnapBack is so high on the top of your head that it's actually NOT EVEN TOUCHING THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD. In spite of - nay, in angry defiance of - gravity, your hat is floating an atom's-breadth above the crown of your head. You’re so bro you're science fiction. And I love the "Cartier watch with lax pinnie" look; it's a perfect and elegant pairing, like good Camembert and a fine Beaujolais, except way less pussy. But you know this. You've devoted your life to being a bro, you've pushed deep down inside any earnest feelings and opinions in deference to loud, thoughtless, and broad pronouncements. You love Avicii, but you're also kind of over Avicii. And you sleep with girls who only wear Tory Burch. Life is good.
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