Skiing is great and all, but I’ve made it no secret that I’m in this for the money. We gave the snarky-ski-blogger thing a good college try, but my bank balance is lower than ever so something’s got to give. The obvious solution is to “go viral.”

This Bros Icing Bros thing seems like it’ll be cool for about two more days, so we’ve decided to make a spinoff to ride its coattails. You may have noticed that “Bro” is already in our url, so the name of our soon-to-be ultra popular game is “BroBombing Bros.” It takes the lighthearted brotacular fun of the original game and replaces it with gratuitous violence.

The scene: Your bro, let’s call him Kip, walks up behind you and presents you with a piss-warm Smirnoff Ice. You left your defense bottle of Ice at home, so you’re completely vulnerable to his attack.

Our game: The brotastic thing to do in this situation is to say “Kip-dog, you asshole, you fuckin’ got me, bro” and drain 12oz of cloudy malt beverage. However, you have a secret weapon: You know that “Bros Icing Bros” is totally lame now, and it’s “Bombing” that’s all the rage. So you don’t drop that knee and take your punishment; instead, you snatch that bottle from his hand and smash it on his big frat-tacular skull.

As your friend bleeds out from the facial smash you just laid on him, you can score bonus points by casting doubt on the masculinity of his plaid shorts and mandals. Super score!

Have fun out there, and be sure to Tweetbook the SHIT out of this. BroBombing needs you!