Went out tonight with friends. Played some darts, had dinner at Hoda’s (it was very good. One friend had been to Turkey before, and she proclaimed the food at Hoda’s to be top-notch).
Afterward, we went to shoot some pool, and while I was waiting for my shot, I noticed a guy in his early twenties, and dressed in a t-shirt and baggy jeans.
His t-shirt read:
“Bros before hos.”
The bestbestbest part was — He was playing all alone. No bros, no hos.