Bro-verkill
I know you’re sick of this tool in action. Enough already with the Bra, you’re thinking.
But was there any chance I wasn’t going to run this pic?
Or the one of Bra!!, moments later, pointing to his guns?
Or the one of Bra!! graduating from Law School?
Or the one of Bra!! celebrating by macking on a hott at a club?
Of course not.
Sick of Bra!!?
Perhaps you are. And to that, I say buck up, ‘bag hunter!! No one said this job would be easy. But to liberate the hotts and stop the scrotes, we must see it through.
And I see you, tiny Brunette. I would rub your kneecaps with castor oil, then read you Goodnight Moon.
EDIT: And one more piece of karmic bra, snapped by reader Scrotebob Douchepants this morning on his way to work.