We all know lax bros are…well…lax bros. They do things that make all of us scratch our heads a little.
Here are a few things I’m confused about:
- WHO are you on the phone with?
- WHY is she ok with this conversation?
- HOW is someone this slutty?
First of all, I must tell you that I am drunk on wine and am generally OK with telling people exactly how I feel right now.
I wish there were an HR department I could call.
Let me tell you a few things I just had to endure listening to while innocently searching for a RomCom on Netflix:
- “Why don’t you just sit on my face?”
- “I’ll supply all the liquor”
- “Drunken dance off”
- “Let’s make out”
- “You look soooooo good in that shirt”
- “Ohh yeah look at that girl. You look really good in that Facebook picture”
- “Ya call me back so I can hear that voice”
Can someone just kill me? Or better yet – just inject dumb into my brain. Oh wait, too late.
Someone please help the lax bros of the world. Hand them a book. Don’t have sex with them. And for fuck’s sake, please don’t reproduce.