A little while ago, Broham, my dad, and I got pho for dinner and we made him give his order to the waiter since he has this thing with being too afraid to talk to people. Now, normally when you order the combination pho it has tendons in it, but this is the conversation that ensued:
Me: okay, tell him what you want
Broham: okay, i’ll have the combination pho
M: and I’ll have th-
B: wait wait wait!
B: can i change something?
B: I don’t want testicles
Dad, our waiter, and I: ….
B: What? I don’t like testicles in my soup
Him: Do you know what swag is?
Me: (in my head: omg another shit my brother says moment) No, what?
Him: it means Something We Asians Got!
Me: T___T I don’t think that’s right.
Him: Oh yeah, it also means Something We Americans Got!