Hoes Before Bros Quotes

Bros before hoes," said Jared. "By which of course I mean gardening tools, because I hold all the fine ladies of Sorry-in-the-Vale in the highest regard.

Bros before hoes,” said Jared. “By which of course I mean gardening tools, because I hold all the fine ladies of Sorry-in-the-Vale in the highest regard.

It’s always ‘girl-bros before man-hoes.’ Sorry, dude.

...so many boys and men value other men's approval more than women's humanity, continuing a centuries-old tradition of positioning bros before hoes and using control over women's bodies to earn male respect... and to reroute their disavowed desire for one another through a more socially acceptable object.

What’s going on, chick?” she asks, taking a drink. She knows that when Johnnie comes out, something bad has happened. I suck on my teeth and shake my head. She cringes at the burn of whiskey, waiting for me to say more. I glance down at my bracelet. “My past caught up with me.” She slides the bottle back my way. “Need me to hurt someone?” she asks, dead serious. She and I are as close as friends come, and we have been since senior year of high school. And at the core of our friendship is a pact of sorts: nothing’s going to drag her towards the future she doesn’t want, and nothing’s going drag me back into the past I’ve worked to forget. Nothing. I huff out a laugh. “Eli’s already beaten you to it.” “Eli?” she says, raising an eyebrow. “Girl, I’m hurt. Hoes before bros, remember?” “I didn’t ask him to get involved. I broke up with him, and then he got involve—” “What!” She grabs the table. “You broke up with him? When were you going to tell me?” “Today. I was going to tell you today.” She’s shaking her head. “Bitch, you should’ve called me.” “I was busy ending a relationship.” She falls back into her seat. “Shit girl, Eli’s going to stop giving us a discount.” “That’s what your most upset by?” I say, taking another swig of whiskey. “No,” she says. “I’m happy you grew a vagina and broke up with him. He deserves better.” “I’m going to throw this bottle of whiskey at you.” She holds her hands up to placate me. “I’m kidding. But seriously, are you okay?” I barely stop myself from looking at my computer screen again. I exhale. “Honestly? I have no fucking clue.

Bros." Anakin grunts, further cementing my sentiment. "You guys are so cute. Defending the fae when he isn't here to explain his sneaky ass methods." Micah says, "Bro code." I drop my glamour and both of them jolt, my allure slamming into them hard enough to make them come on the spot. "Point made," Anakin wheezes. "I need to change." "Chicks before dicks

Turning around, I glanced at Badgelor.  I calmly walked over to him.  “I’m going to have to help Jarra over.” “That’s fine.  You can carry us both.” the badger responded.  “I could,” I agreed, “But this will be easier.  Sorry, Badgelor.”  I quickly picked him up.  “Fenris, catch.”  Then, I hurled the furry little badger through the air, over the pit.  “Bros before hoes!” Badgelor screamed in a very undignified tone.

Aubrey just smiled and held up a small bottle of pepper spray. “Hoes before bros.

This is how you girlfriend, girlfriend. It’s us against them. Hoes before bros and all that.

That blasted talking sword is still here,” Durandal growled. “So you are,” Dolton grunted. “You know my policy, Jacob. You and I can do business, but the talking sword needs to leave.” “What am I going to do? Walk out on my own two legs? News flash! I don’t have legs!” Durandal paused as Jacob unstrapped the sheath from around his back. “H-hey, Partner? You’re not actually going to listen to this guy, are you?” “Sorry,” Jacob said in a completely unapologetic tone. “But Enyo needs daggers, so you’ve gotta go.” “What?! You mean that you’re abandoning me for the girl!” “Only temporarily.” “Whatever happened to bros before hoes?!