Bro, we all work out in our own bro-way, bro.
You bro out on your flute/lute, and I bro out on my pecs. Respect. Peace. *dons aviators and flies into the sunset*
Bro, we all work out in our own bro-way, bro.
You bro out on your flute/lute, and I bro out on my pecs. Respect. Peace. *dons aviators and flies into the sunset*