All right, Bros, I know summer seems like a long way off, but it will be here before we know it. Some bros will return home over the summer break and live with parents, but many, like me, will be finding an apartment with some fellow bros and calling it home. Back in December, BroBible had an article on 25 Man-Datory Items for Your Man Cave. Since most of the loyal BroBible readers live in a small apartment with their buddies, here's a list of 10 things, in no particular order and by no means all inclusive, that every bro should have for their summer pad, that won't piss off their landlord, and that fit into a college student's budget.

1. Kegerator
What happens when you go in to your bro's new place for the first time and there's a kegerator? You go over and check it out. So does everyone else, bros and chicks alike, to admire and compliment the kegerator. Get a kegerator. Find one on eBay.  Keep Reading »

Heading to Spring Break this month or already partying somewhere down south? Check out some interesting Spring Break-related statistics, like the one above, here or after the jump.  Keep Reading »

Editor's Note: This is the latest column by The Flow Disciple of 90% of Lax is in the Flow.

I've come to realize that I spend a lot of my time on here referencing our nightly prey. Girls play a vital role at this stage in our lives and they can fulfill that obligation in rather short periods of time. So, I'd hate to downplay the significance of brotherhood, or for short, bro-dom. The standard ratio of bro-to-female chilling should be somewhere around 90:10; this doesn't include co-ed parties or showers. I almost feel stupid writing it, but hanging out with girls fucking sucks anyways.  Keep Reading »

Two short years ago my daily schedule looked something like this:
Noon: Wake and bake, breakfast, shower, TV
1 p.m.: First class of the day, lunch
2 p.m.: Second and third classes
4:30 p.m: Work slinging burgers at the school dining hall
10 p.m. Work out, dinner
11 p,m. Start pounding beers with my buddies
4 a.m.: Pass the fuck out

Now my days look something like this:
5 a.m.: Drag myself out of bed
6 a.m.: Start work
4 p.m.: Go home and start writing
7 p.m.: Dinner, work out
9 p.m.: A little TV and a beer
10 p.m.: Bed time

Last week I left the chilly fall weather of New York and my new schedule for the Florida sunshine and I hoped my old one. My freshman year roommate was getting married near Tampa and I road tripped with a bro from Jacksonville through Tallahassee and then to the wedding. Without too many bros or a lot of cash in N.Y., I had been longing for the bromantic embrace of my college drinking buddies and the countless drunken, debaucherous nights we spent together in those four years. The trip was (almost) everything I expected it to be. I was thrashed for five days straight and had the most fun I've had since I left college. However, as I quickly learned, things change, even when you're not there to see them; and my post-weekend reflection on the plane back to New York made me realize what happens when a bro grows up.  Keep Reading »

As the leaves start to turn, and it gets harder and harder to get out of bed for classes, every college bro can count on a couple of things:

1. The girls start to get uglier. I'm not sure how to explain this phenomenon. Maybe it's the multiple layers of clothing they bundle up in to walk to class, or their irrepressible fall appetites. Sorority girls eat like packs of chipmunks in the fall, getting their body fat to optimal levels before retiring for the long winter months.

2. Classes get harder. Exams start to pile up towards the end of October, and it doesn't get any easier until we all head home for winter break.

One of the most interesting/important fall traditions, however, is the inevitable visit to campus by your parents. Like a sailor sensing a storm far off on the horizon, every bro has come to fear the weekend when their parents set foot on the sacred playground of booze and beaver.

So how the hell do you prepare yourself to survive a couple of days with mom and pop scrutinizing every detail of your collegiate lifestyle? Here are a couple of do's, and some very important don'ts:  Keep Reading »

Let me just say it straight up. Communal showering with your fellow bros is not gay. If you think it is, you're clearly not sure or comfortable about the sexuality of you or your fellow bros. So what if you see six cocks hanging? Get over it and stop staring. They can see yours and chances are they're not impressed. In fact, showering in the some dark and grimy communal shower in the basement of your frat house or dorm is one of the least gay things you can do.

You'll find few other places on this blessed earth where bro camaraderie is any higher. The communal shower revolves around the soggy rack and the fresh tin. Whether you're sporting pouches or long cut, you're still chaying (and if you're the head that brought the fine cut... we get it, you like packing lips.) The communal shower is the ultimate haven for the bro. For some of us, it all began in boarding school. For some of you less fortunate bros, college was the first time you really experienced the communal shower on a daily basis (perhaps other than the high school lax locker room.)  Keep Reading »

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I know what you're wondering before you even say it. What's the best way to chug a brew? The brew itself is what defines the bro. While we find comfort in lax, broads, fresh pepperoni 'za, and the occasional recreational drug, the brew stands alone at the center of the bro's heart.

When we first started killing brews in large quantities at around age 15 (maybe 16 if you're a late bloomer), I'm sure we all asked ourselves the same question: What's the fastest way to get through this rack? You may have even asked yourself: Why do we kill so many brews? That's a joke; if you asked yourself that, stop reading and get a buddy to kick you in the nuts. We all kill brews for the camaraderie and so we can have a reason to kick through a mint tin or two packs of butts in a night (not to mention it gives us an excuse when we bang fat chicks or wake up naked in a pool of our own piss three nights in a row.)

Well, needless to say, we all came of age one way or another and figured the ins and outs of killing brews. While everyone may have their own preference in style, I'm about to share with you my own personal brew-killing style power rankings. Get ready to get hurt...  Keep Reading »

Last spring, I reached the culmination of five years of higher education: graduation. For most of us, this signals the beginning of the end. I don't like working, I'm not ready for marriage, and I miss walking home at 4:30 a.m. covered in beer. I know I got my money's worth out of college, subsequently meaning my parents did not, so I'm not burdened with regret. I did my best to leaving nothing on the table, there were no skirts unturned, no recruit was too young, and I personally put a glass blower's child through college. But as I look back, I grieve with jealousy.

Of course, this isn't news to anyone. College kids are fully aware of their situation, as are alumni, and it's the natural progression of life. However, I wanted to reach back and share with you an element of college I miss most, Sunday Fundays.

Most players are limited to drinking twice a week on their respective game days, sharing a keg or two with the local brothels to celebrate a hard-earned win. But Sunday Funday is our ace in the hole; still outside the 48-hour barrier, a beautiful Sunday is the universal Bat Signal for laxers. Shaking off the previous night's effort is no small task, so as you roll her out of your bed, be sure to request a glass of water.  Keep Reading »

Sexiled Tufts students run the hell away from their crazy-ass university.

UPDATE: A Tufts senior has written in with his reaction to the news. It's after the jump.

Tufts University recently released their 2009-2010 student handbook and they implemented a new rule that is so terrifying it would surely send any bro running for the hills or at least another institution of higher learning. This new regulation is a "Sex Rule" that states, "You may not engage in sexual activity while your roommate is present in the room." What!?! Are we still in America -- land of the free, home of the fuckin' brave? This totally contradicts freedom and the pursuit of happiness. Who the fuck hired the terrorist that thought this would be a good idea?

When the Boston Globe interviewed students about this new "Sexile" rule, one senior, Rick Zeckendorff spewed his disgust by saying this, "It sounded pretty ridiculous to me the first time that I heard about it, because it's unenforceable. People in those situations aren't thinking in terms of the law or school regulations." Big Dick Rick (a moniker that I chose to bestow upon him) makes himself a fine point.  Keep Reading »

UNC freshmen Conor Steidle and Marcus Holman are not only roommates in Chapel Hill, but also teammates on the Tar Heel lacrosse squad. I was able to steal some moments with them last week, and the duo went shot for shot with me, giving us a peek into the lives of two future NCAA stars.

Conor, also known as the Towel Prince of the Northeast, comes out of Malvern Prep, located outside Philadelphia. He was a standout attackman for the Friars, earning an impressive collection of hardware. His 1st-Team All State selection foreshadows success to come, and he's topped the ranks of every high school conference willing to unleash him. His father Ward and uncle Brett Steidle were standouts for UNC when short shorts only highlighted the hey-day of long hair. He carries himself with a cool confidence, and even at 6'3" and 200+, he exudes a calm presence. He's a laxer at first sight; his Nike and T-shirt collection are spanked with brotastic vibes. I think top right may have found its match.

Marcus arrived at UNC as a highly touted blue chip recruit. Inside Lacrosse tabbed him as a top 5 incoming attackman, nothing uncommon for a Gilman School standout, but Marcus is certainly spectacular in his own right. He was a ridiculous athlete at Gilman, harassing the less fortunate on the football, basketball, and lacrosse stages. 1st Team All Metro, 1st Team All Everything, he did everything you'd want to achieve in high school, and did so on the very public Baltimore Prep scene. As he mentions below, his entire family can go low to high, and there's little doubt he will make a name for himself in the ACC and Holman home alike. Marcus works hard and plays at an exciting pace; I would recommend using whatever stick he uses (also below).

90% of Lax: How's the transition to college life? Has it been different from home? Do you guys miss anything in particular from home?

Conor: The transition has been pretty difficult; at home my mom would buy extra soft toilet paper and here at UNC, they buy the "razorblade" brand. I'm almost accustomed to it. The thing I miss the most about home is my dog Griswold (despite our fight, which left me with more scars than my shoulder surgery gave me).

90% of Lax: What happened to the shoulder?

Conor: I tore my labrum halfway through last season and didn't get it checked out until this summer. I know what you're thinking, and yes, I am that tough.

Marcus: The transition has been easy considering I actually live 5 minutes away now. My dad is the volunteer assistant here so I get to see him everyday which is awesome.

90% of Lax: That's an interesting twist to the start of your career. I know it worked out for Danowski and some Tierney duo, but how do you feel about the close-circuited lax circus in the Holman home?

Marcus: Honestly it has been such a relief to go home on Sunday for a load of laundry and a home-cooked meal. And having my dad as a coach has been a dream and we have such a great relationship, so it's working out great.

90% of Lax: You are both far from where you played in high school: why UNC? What other schools were you considering?  Keep Reading »

In lieu of GQ taking a hot dump in the mouths of 25 schools, calling them "douchey," we here at BroBible wanted to do the exact opposite of those dickbeards and celebrate some of the best institutions of higher learning in this country. Every college or university in this great nation has something unique to offer; from the important stuff like raging parties and hot, skanky broads, to the trivial matters like education and philanthropy. So when we made our list, we decided to remove the insignificant altogether and base our selections on quality of women, party scene, presence of STDs, athletic successes, off-campus night life, and geographical location. Now would also be a good time to apologize to anyone who goes to school in Idaho, Montana, Iowa, either of the Dakotas, or any other school in a state not listed below. The fact is, your states fucking suck and you should really consider transferring and start making better decisions with your life.

In a perfect world, the male college experience would span 10 years -- that is how long it takes a man's brain to mature -- and we would get to spend each semester over the course of those years at a new school. Sure, if college lasted that long we'd probably be dead from liver disease and dickless from all the unprotected sex, but fuck it, we're renegades.

One semester is a perfect amount of time to acclimate yourself with your new city, scope out and drill an array of hot chicks, and make one hell of a reputation for yourself. Our dreamy scenario is sort of like "Van Wilder," but on steroids. Below is a list of the Top 20 schools that we would attend if we could do it all over again, one drunken, sex-filled semester at a time.

Year 1, Fall Semester: University of Texas
Sixth Street is a great area to hangout and an ideal scene for getting completely wasted. A vast majority of the females in the student body are from Texas and Texas girls like to get down and dirty. So leave your condoms, morals, and hand sanitizer at home and get ready to raw-dog an asshole or two.

Year 1, Spring Semester: Indiana
With hot chicks, crazy parties, and a world-renowned basketball program, it's no wonder that Playboy and Princeton Review has rated IU the #1 party school. Having a top business program doesn't hurt either -- if you're into that sort of thing. We're not.  Keep Reading »