habrotat

My habrotat is the couch. I don't move unless I need food or more snacks.

The gym is my bro's habrotat. He goes there to flex and pretend he's not fat.

My sister's habrotat is her phone. She never leaves it.

My habrotat is my bedroom. I eat cereal for dinner and complain about my life.

My bro's habrotat is the pizza place. He goes there every day and talks about how the pizza is the best.

My mom's habrotat is the kitchen. She cooks and complains about everyone.

My habrotat is the living room. I sit there and think I'm the best bro ever.

My friend's habrotat is the park. He goes there to sit and talk about how he's the king of bros.

My dog's habrotat is the floor. He eats and sleeps and thinks he's the king of the house.

My habrotat is my bed. I eat chips and complain about my life every day.

My bro's habrotat is the fridge. He eats and complains about everything.

My cousin's habrotat is the couch. He sits there and thinks he's the king of bros.

My habrotat is the kitchen. I eat and complain about how important I am.

My friend's habrotat is the bar. He goes there and thinks he's the best bro ever.

My dog's habrotat is the backyard. He thinks he's the king of the bros.