Get Bonds

Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his fellow partygoers.
Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.
It is ok for a man to cry under the following circumstances:
When a heroic dog dies to save its master
The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse
After wrecking your boss’ Ferrari
One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into The Crying Game
When your Date is using her teeth
Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.
Acceptable excuse for not helping a friend move
Your legs have been severed in a freak threshing accident
6. Acceptable excuse for not helping a friend of a friend move:
You’d rather stay home and watch speed buggy reruns
If you’ve known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever, unless you actually marry her.
The minimum amount of time you have to wait for a guy who’s running late is 5 minutes. Maximum waiting time: 6 minutes. For a girl, you have to wait 10 minutes for every point of hotness she scores on the classic 1-10 scale.
Bitching about the brand of free beer in a buddy’s fridge is forbidden. Gripe at will if the temperature is unsuitable.
No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. (In fact, even remembering your buddy’s birthday is strictly optional.)
On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.
While your girlfriend must bond with your buddies’ girlfriends within 30 minutes of meeting them, you are not required to make nice with her gal pals’ significant idiots – low level sports bonding is all the law requires (sorry ladies, it’s called a double standard because it’s twice as true).
Unless you have signed a lucrative endorsement contract, do not appear in public wearing more than one swoosh.
When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may always ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who’s playing.
It is permissible to quaff a fruity chick drink only when you’re sunning on a tropical beach….and it’s delivered by a topless supermodel…and it’s free.
Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked.
Friends don’t let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.
If a man’s zipper is down, that’s his problem—you didn’t see nothin’.
Women who claim the "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to pick a buffalo wing clean.
You must offer heartfelt and public condolences over the death of a girlfriend’s cat, even if it was you who secretly set it on fire and threw it into a ceiling fan.
A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.
Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both. That’s just plain mean.
If you complement a guy on his six-pack, you’d better be talking about his choice of beer.
Phrases that may not be uttered to another man while lifting weights:
Yeah, Baby, Push it!
C’mon, give me one more! Harder!
Another set and we can hit the showers!
Nice Ass, Are you a Sagittarius?
Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.
You cannot rat out a coworker who shows up at work with a massive hangover. You may however, hide the aspirin, smear his chair with limburger cheese, turn the brightness dial all the way down so he thinks his monitor is broken, and have him paged over the loudspeaker every seven minutes.

Ya maybe left out a couple.

It’s never acceptable for a guy to ask for directions, no matter how lost he is.

It is acceptable to forget birthdays and anniversaries, but never when they are yer moms.

It’s always OK to say, "Honey would you mind cookin, settin the table, cleanin up after, bathe the kids and get them to bed quietly, cuz I’m tryin to find the remote, the ball game is comin on. Oh yeah and can ya serve up a plate for me and bring it here?"

It’s perfectly OK to tell the S/O. I keep them under the mattress for security reasons but you only get Hustler and Playboy for the insightful articles.