Broski

Hey broski, what's good?

A typical bachelor party might go something like this: "Hey Broskis, let's get our matching striped shirts pressed, put on our jeans with button back pockets, goop the shit out of our hair, and go to a totally overpriced straddle academy for the worst case of blue balls ever. . . Then we can all brag to each other about how we guarantee our stripper is going to call us when she gets off her shift."

Imagine if I never met the broskis

He said hey broski / you got some heals and a shield pot

‘Good to hear your voice, broski.’

Careful friend, Poland is the next gigachad of Europe. I for one welcome our new polish overlords. Welcome broskis