Is it bro to cry over the world’s greatest bromance? Or is this one of those situations where we don’t have to give a fuck about looking/acting/feeling bro because these little animals are so goddamn adorable we’re able to take off our hard exterior shell and drop unlimited ‘daaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwww’s? I’m leaning towards the latter, but just in case any of you out there are going to question my masculinity because I’m so obsessed with these little animals I’m going to just go ahead and tell you all that fellow editor Matt Keohan is currently cutting onions next to my desk.
These aren’t happy or sad tears, they’re onion tears. This is one of the cutest animalian bromance in the history of bromances, in fact it might be the cutest damn bromance ever. Also, how fun was it to learn that in the wild cheetah bros roll in packs, because they’re super social animals that that crave companionship and bro-ing out?
My new band name: Puppy and Cheetah Bromance.