Unfiltered Story #339030

(The post secondary I attended was a technical school, it’s mostly skilled trades and two year diplomas. I’m in one of said diploma programs, and unlike most universities and colleges, you don’t pick out your classes; the schools sets up your schedule. The program I’m in is pretty industry specific, therefore small. In the second semester, we’re down to about 15 students in the class, and we take all of our classes together. Same people 6-8 hours a day, every day. As such we’re all pretty close, help each other a lot, but joke and tease each other a lot as well. The only guy in the class I don’t get a long well with is a stereotypical “bro”. All he talks about is how much he goes to the gym and constantly watches videos on his laptop during lectures. He has a specific habit of every time someone helps him, he thanks them with a “love you bro. No homo.” The song was funny, he was not. He also needs help constantly, mostly due to the fact he is not paying attention during lectures.

Anyways, we were given some class time to work on an assignment, so that the Instructor could answer any questions we had. Sure enough, Bro goes to another student for a simple question, and I decide its time to cut him down from his high bro horse)
Bro: Thanks (other student’s name). Love you, man. No homo.
Me: Hey, (Bro), you know when you say no homo, it makes it sound more gay, right?
(The entire class erupts in laughter, including the Instructor. He never it again.)