Correct Bro Quotes

I'm graduating and she corrected my vocabulary the other day. I said I felt nauseous, and she said the word I wanted was nauseated. Fucked me up, bro. Didn't know there was a difference.

Bronagh," I said clearly. I hated when foreign people pronounced my name, they completely butchered it. "Bro-nah?" Dark twin correctly sounded it out then muttered about the stupidity of the G being silent.

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ears, the Noble Dark One disappeared. Ishan breathed a sigh of relief once the Noble Dark One was out of sight. “Aargh!” I shouted. “I thought he was cool. What an annoying jerk!” The Ender King stood and looked at the spot where the Noble Dark One had been standing a moment ago. “He is just obeying his master who, from what I can gather, is quite powerful and wise. Perhaps immortal. And so, I think jerk is far from the correct descriptive word.” I glared at the Ender King. “Seriously? He just bailed on us.” The Ender King raised an eyebrow. “Bailed?” “You know … hurrr … abandoned us. Do you know how quickly we could defeat the executioners and Ciaran if the Noble Dark One and his army joined us? Bro, it would be over faster than a zombie burns in the sun.” “Perhaps. Or, perhaps his master…. Does it have a name?” I shrugged. “Pure Evil, I guess. Essence of Evil? Something like that?” The Ender King twitched. “I don’t like any of those options. Anyway, if his master thinks you can handle it, then perhaps you can.” I ground my teeth together in frustration. “Whatever. I’m going back to sleep.” “Why don’t you sleep here? Do you have a bed in your inventory?” I nodded. “Good. We should probably stick together for the remainder of this journey.” The Ender King turned to Isahn. “You should get

their predatory instincts will kick in.” “And by predatory, you mean ‘surviving by eating others,’ correct?” “Yes, Bick.” “Just checking.” “This really isn’t the best time for a vocab drill, bro.” “Oh, I don’t know. If we’re going to die, I’d like to die a little smarter.” Beck and I moved back two steps. The wolves prowled forward two paces. “If only we had some meat,” said

They wouldn’t like it if they knew, especially Mari.” “Who gives a damn?” Ken asked. “Mari can fucking well live with it. Asking me to let her do this is bullshit and she knows it.” “Women don’t go for the word ‘allow’ anymore, bro. It’s not politically correct.” Jack kept his back turned as he listened to his brother spit out curses. Mari might look like Briony, but she wasn’t ever going to act like her. Ken had his hands full

but unfortunately it seems to be the correct size for my boobs. Welcome to my everyday clothing dilemma. I catch the saleslady’s