Don’t you hate it when every Tom, Dick, Chris or Harry that comes along calls you “bro”? Sorry, but I’m not your brother. I’m not even your friend.
Are you trying to hurt my feelings, brown nosed bro?
But look, just because I use the slang for bro to you, doesn’t mean you are my brother or my friend.
I respect and love my brother, and I don’t want you as a friend, because I don’t have a need or use for a person whose nose is so firmly lodged between the cheeks of Rush Limbaugh’s rear end.
I just said it to annoy you.
Now go clean your nose and grow some self respect.