Three fraternity brothers sat on a couch, staring at their phones, a football game playing in the background, when one of them uttered two words, â€œbro who.â€
The man in the middle with a light pink shirt and black hat on asked, â€œbro who?â€
The third brother dropped his phone, â€œbro who.â€
â€œBro Who!â€ the three brothers huddled together and jumped in the air.
â€œDo you think a lot of others are going to be entering?â€ The bro in pink asked.
Their other brother, wearing a white tank top with slick black hair, stroked his dogged jaw line. â€œWho cares, it wonâ€™t matter when you compare their work against a real artist.â€
â€œYeah weâ€™ve got this,â€ the last brother agreed awkwardly aware of the fact that they were still hugging. They jumped together a few more times before suddenly unhooking and looking around awkwardly.
â€œOkay guys, but if we are going to do this, letâ€™s make sure we do it right.â€
â€œTrue, we need to properly brainstorm this,â€ the bro in pink suggested as he pulled out a pen and journal from his back pocket. â€œOkay, I guess we should probably start by throwing ideas out there.â€
â€œOh how about a car wash?â€
â€œBro! Mountain Who is sooo much better than a car wash, and their next Million dollar commercial needs more than hot babes in slut harnesses.â€ The bro in white pointed out this fact and fell to the couch where he crossed his arms.
â€œHmâ€¦â€ It was silent for a moment as the three bros strived to understand. The three bros had been bros all their life, and thatâ€™s all they knew. Fortunately or not, they were also mega fans of Mountain Who.
â€œWe love babes, and I do want to include some hot babes in this, is it possible to at least include a wet t-shirt contest?â€
â€œI see,â€ the bro in pink stepped forward, â€œwe need to tell a story.â€
â€œYeah..â€ they all drifted off. It was silent for a few minutes, their brains appearing to shut down for a moment.
The bro in white was the first to break the silence. â€œYou know I was on my way here today, and I was just minding my business at the intersection when I was scared half to death by someone knocking on the window. It was some homeless people, and I didnâ€™t give them any money, but I thought this could make a good spokesperson for something.â€
â€œThat is so true, people always cry when they see homeless people,â€ the bro in pink uttered on vehement breathe.
â€œHa thatâ€™s true, and if they are cryin they are buyin.â€ The bro offered while wiping his sweaty palms against his board shorts.