I can't imagine guys going to brunch together or alone, although I doubt they'd fight going with chicks.
I've gone to brunch solo and with relatives, but I don't really think of it as a hanging-out-with-the guys kind of activity. Though gamer friends of mine used to do Sunday brunch at a Chinese restaurant after all-night D&D sessions. (My pal Tom went by himself once, completely disheveled, and the waiter said "You only survivor!" to him...)
Our ECHL hockey team used to have Sunday brunch with the team before their Sunday games for season ticket holders. It was cool. Eggs Benedict and hockey actually do go together.
There's a story about Bindi Irwin getting her own wildlife show, and my first thought was, "In twenty years it's going to be 'Dr. Bindi Irwin, famed conservationist and daughter of the legendary Steve Irwin.'" Dad would be proud.
Whup Monster Beat-Downs are also terrorism.
Hopefully some fed will arrest the Whup Monster and hold it for an indefinite period in an undisclosed location while torturing aggressively questioning it.
I think the Whup Monster is just misunderstood.
(My pal Tom went by himself once, completely disheveled, and the waiter said "You only survivor!" to him...)
That's hilarious.
Now, every time I have brunch, I'm going to be scouring the room, looking for male platonic friends there together with no girls.
I think the Whup Monster is just misunderstood.
That's the kind of wooly-headed liberal thinking that leads to getting eaten.
That's insane Whup-Monster logic.
Dear Studio 60: Seriously, shut up with the sketches.
Dear Aaron Sorkin: Stop being so Aaron Sorkin-y. Seriously.