Editor's Note: It's not every day that one of our female readers posts in the Brommunity -- and a list of tips to turning her on, no less. So we're certifying it.

1. Pick us up and toss us around, show us whose boss
2. Give us a little surprise, blind fold us once in a while
3. Rip our clothes off, be hasty
4. Tease us, if we want to kiss, pull away
5. When were on top, throw us around and flip us over; take control  Keep Reading »

Bros, just picked up this little badass and he needs an equally badass name. Please help.

Editor's Note: This was too good not to certify.

I got women in the 'burbs, Women in the the hood. Yeah my wifey mad 'cause she knows I'm no good. Man I'm just a dog, I'd be faithful if I could, But I'm Tiger Woods. Yeah, I'm Tiger Woods.

I need help 'cause I know I got a problem, Every bad bitch I come across I think I want 'em. Look at how I roll when I see 'em then I'm on 'em, Drunk full of liquor and a pocket full of condoms. Lord I can't lie I'm a dog, I'm a cheater, Babymomma gone 'cause I ain't know how'ta treat her. Shout out to Na'isha, Shout out to Latisha, Shout out to my shorty with that little white Bimmer. Feeling like a king, Got women that'll treat me. I be going hard, Got a dime down in D.C.
Yeah my wifey home And I'm wrong for what I'm doing yo I be out creepin/lying, Said I'm in the studio.  Keep Reading »

There are many great "This is Sportscenter" commercials out there from ESPN but this has to be the best one yet. I would go as far to say this is the greatest ad to ever air on TV. Featuring a very old school bro who introduced a favored non-alcoholic beverage to quench the thirst of bros everywhere.

Consider this the "Atlas Shrugged" for the aspiring freshman Bro. As I sit to write this I can sense my eyes beginning to tear up as I remind myself of all the debauchery I have experienced and bore witness too throughout my four years of college. I am dreadfully approaching my final semester in college, and though I look forward to the days of making money, driving around in whips that I actually own, and crushing more 40+-year-old pussy than I can even begin to comprehend, I feel that it is my duty to make, shall I say, a statement regarding my college years.  Keep Reading »

Twisted pleasure, her pleasure, standard... whatever it is, they're all the same: its a condom. (Hate to break it to the people sweating to find the her pleasure pack in the Dwayne Wade protection aisle.) Personally, Ive always preferred the pull-out method. I know people say that condoms do not affect a girls pleasure. I disagree: I can feel the plastic texture and I want the male to feel how wet I can get.  Keep Reading »

While University of Michigan football is of course a religion here in Ann Arbor, one Wolverine squad isn't currently taking it up the ass, this of course being the SAE Mudbowl team. For the 76th year, Sigma Alpha Epsilon suited up, rocking the purest purple-on-purple Under Armor, on a Michigan football Saturday to face another house in football in the mud-flooded front lawn of SAE.

The Mud Bowl is the longest-standing and most visible Greek tradition here at Michigan. While labeled a two-hand touch football game of 7 on 7, it's actually a wrestling match between you and the guy across the line from you. The play never ends at the whistle and fans throwing their empty beer cans at the competition is highly encouraged.  Keep Reading »

Some things just don't seem right together, no matter what your outlook on life is. Think about Nelly singing with Tim McGraw, Mexicans skiing, finding good food in the dining hall, or white guys shorter than 6' 9" that can dunk. The same holds true when it comes to women and dipping.

For most Bros, you are so used to seeing guys packin' bombs that when a broad opens a tin and puts one in, you aren't quite sure how to react. Part of me is disgusted by the thought of chew spit coming out a girl's mouth. But I would be lying if I said my dick doesn't get a little twitch when I see her spit that first string. I love my Grizzly more than the average bro, so is it wrong for me to be a little turned on by a girl that dips? Thoughts of soft-core bondage sex followed by sharing the last two dips of a Griz Mint tin while watching "Harry Potter" start to creep in my mind. Never again will I have to scrape up a tin because the gas station is closed. My girl would always have an extra tin handy. These are some of the benefits of being down with a chick who dips.  Keep Reading »

Attention College Students: Got a hilarious or epic story of college debauchery to share? Unleash it in the Brommunity, and if we like it, will Certify it and move it to the Buzz! Here's Clark Griswold Jr. with just such a story...

A story of sorts from Rollins College. Sample Photo:



Earlier this month, I am lounging in my friend's room (my friend, for the purposes of the story will go by "Geoff"). Geoff, a man who enjoys partying, wants to pregame on a Friday night in his room. A fair choice, in which I cooperated. Through the course of 20 minutes Geoff and his roommate gather three fellas and 10 girls who had just transferred to our school and a few girls we were close with, packed into the room. Music blaring, we were unaware of campus security walking through our hallway. Once we hear the tell-tale standard three knocks from campus security, the music quiets and everyone goes to a near silence in anxious anticipation.  Keep Reading »

I saw the "ABC...Always Be Closing," and it made me think of one of my favorite things to do, Chaying. Chaying is just the combination of chillin, relaxing, hanging out. an example of a day in which you would be chaying is waking up late in the afternoon, drinking beers throughout the day, then at night start partying, funnel some beers, get with some babes, smoke some weed... and pass out wherever. So I think it should go ABC...Always Be Chaying.

Thanks bros,
lets chay!
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Editor's Note: We spotted this story in the Brommunity this morning and just had to certify it. Any other "unexpected threesome" stories out there worth sharing? Unleash your tale of tail in the Brommunity.

I'm still drunk.... So last night I was out in Boston with a few of my co-workers for this little company happy hour. We expensed the whole thing and got pretty mucked up, pretty early in the night. One other kid and I had this concert to go to for this up and coming rap dude so he and I hopped a cab over to the sold out venue, grabbed our tickets and got our drunk asses in line. This group of girls in front of us was slugging a Poland Spring bottle and duh, that's not fucking water, I went to high school also. My friend and I know drinks are gonna be ridiculously expensive in side so we call the girls out on their vodka bottle, clearly trying to get some. Girls were leprocitic (might not be a word, if it was it would mean of or pertaining to leprosy) and my boy and I think pretty highly of ourselves so we weren't trying to get anything besides their vodka. We got it. The hoodrats asked us if we burned. Yes. We so sparked one up the moment we got in the club and this weed was b-a-n-a-n-a-s, some straight from Amsterdam weed. So my friend and I are baked, two of three white kids in the club, and for sure the only ones with jeans that fit.

We get more drinks at the place and we were right, 7 bucks for a vodka soda. Fuck that noise. We go find those girls and they are burning again. Being the Greek Gods that we are, both in the fraternal and chiseled marble statue way, it wasn't hard to get more weed from them.

At this point we are crushed, too afraid to ask the bouncer where the bathroom is, my friend and I whip it out while ordering another round and piss under the bar. He finished before I did, so I peed on his leg haha. Definitely worth the $5 bud light.  Keep Reading »