So you and Trent just crushed an extraordinarily prodigious calf workout after successfully sneaking into LA Fitness. You're on your way to scoop Doug from his house when you get a text from McKinley saying he just found a debit card on the ground.
It's Saturday. The sun is out. The hair is gelled. You know what time it is.
It's time for a bro-crawl. And only the best Fort Lauderdale bro bars will make the cut.
Let's get it, bro.