It's Sunday a afternoon and you have just woken up after a long night of poundin brews and grindin on slam-pieces. You grab some food and contemplate what the fuck you are going to do today. You have already gotten dome in the past 12 hours so you don't need to call your bottom bitch because the withdrawal symptoms from sex haven't set in yet. (That slut talks too much anyways) That's when you decide to stroll over to the frat pad to bro out for a bit.

Broing out is one of the best things you can do on a Sunday. Society fucking hates on you if you get drunk and start stealing shit from the stores downtown, and your test in Business Law tomorrow is kind of important so you decide not to start drinking. Not much is better than chilling with your bro's and talking about how fucked up you got the night before or how fat and ugly the girl Mikey banged last night was. If you get bored you can always go break shit in your house and make the pledges clean it up. Broing out is a great way to kill time, is always humorous, and bonds bros. So remember, the next time you get bored and have an hour on your hands, just head over to the fraternity house and bro the fuck out.