Woo...

It’s time to party.

We got chips. We got dip. We shoot and we pound, beer bong, but never sip.

We got ice. Frosty beers. And if you’re looking for girls you’re likely not to find ‘em here.

And when the BROdeo begins, we’ll be hanging with our friends, all of whom are men. and when the BROverload occurs, we can all take off our shirts, and wrestle in the dirt.


Spirits soar! We really scored. We got Jean Claude Van Damme as our elected BROverlord.

Holding MANds, Taking stands. We’ll sing our MANthem all across the lands.

And when the BROdeo begins, we’ll be hanging with our friends, all of whom are men. And a BROverload will sustain, with beer pong and table games, unless you’re lame.


Hey who wants to jump in the pool? I’ll be the first. Come on everyone, take off your shirts.

I love you BRO’s I love YOU!

We will always be BRO’s. And some day we’ll have some hoes. And god only knows, no matter where he goes a cold wind BROs.