Living by the Bro Code: My Wild Night in Tokyo
Last Friday, I found myself in a neon-lit Tokyo karaoke bar with my best friend, Jamie—who, by the way, is a girl and rocks a better beard than I ever could (don’t ask). We’d just survived a week of work drama, so the plan was simple: sing, laugh, and forget about our boss’s weird obsession with spreadsheets. But when Jamie’s ex strolled in with his new flame, I felt the ancient Bro Code kick in. I had her back—no awkward glances, no gossip, just a solid wingwoman performance.
Later, when Jamie got a little too enthusiastic with the sake, I made sure she got home safe, even if it meant carrying her shoes and listening to her rant about 90s boy bands. That’s what bros do—no matter the gender, no matter the city. And yes, I cleaned up the spilled edamame before we left. Bro honor, after all. 😎🍶
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