Eh brah, watchout! (Hey you - Look out!)
Brah, you always frickin' LATE. (Your frequent tardiness is getting on my nerves)
Brah, try stan' up. You all bus' arreddy. (It's time to go home, my friend.)
Friend #2: Nah brah I like you go to da store.
Friend #1: What you like me get brah?
Friend #2: Beer brah!
Friend#1: Kden brah, geev me some money brah!
Friend#2: I no get brah!
Friend #1: BRAH!
Brahs also like to wear their shorts or pants below their ass and pull their boxers up to at least mid-back. This solidifies my belief that they enjoy being ass-reamed. These guys like to brag about everything from how much they can bench press to how much pussy they get. In reality they are usually really weak and only sluts hang out with them, but they also never really get any pussy because, like I mentioned before, they are champion fudgepackers.
If you know a Brah, do him a favor and kick his ass.
Brad: Sup brah? Not much, let's go play some lax.
John: Dude, can Jen come along, we've been like, going out for a few days now brah.
Brad: Really? Sweet brah! You hit that pussy yet?
John: Psshh, hell yeah brah, I told her to make me a sandwich and shit.
(both do the stupid fucking finger slap that brahs do)
Jen: Fuck you John!