Who Owns the Biggest Ego? A Round-Table Debate

Here we go with another triple threat, the last one we did together was so fun that I decided to do another one... the same day.

This is right on the money.

Ego? Who has the biggest ego around here. Of course it isn't Cat Brah, even though I deserve every bit of it for being as awesome as I am. Absolute MONEY!

See that side-eye?

That eye is looking at the rest of you losers.

The Cat Brah

Alright, let’s get one thing straight, bros. My ego? It’s not just big—it’s VERY big... but kind of chill. I don’t need to puff up my chest or wave around some corporate sheet full of jargon to prove I’m legendary. My backward cap and my shades do the talking. You can’t buy this level of swagger.

It’s a vibe, and I own it.

So who do I think has the biggest ego?

Bro Chadillac, your ego’s got more polish than your overpriced leather shoes. I bet your mirror has its own motivational speech prepared for you every morning.

Brah-donna? Your ego is basically Pinterest on steroids—a little too perfect to be real.

But hey, who ever said an enlarged ego was bad. This isn't your prostate. When it comes to who thinks they are the hottest shit thought, my vote goes to:

Chadillac.

The man's name is literally Chad and Cadillac mixed together, you cannot even dream of traversing that douche mountain. Even a humble brah such as I.

The Chadillac

Fascinating analysis, coming from someone who calls himself The Cat Brah.

I'm pretty busy, so I'm going to keep this short and sweet.

Let’s set the record straight: my ego isn’t just big; it’s built on substance. Everything I’ve achieved—whether it’s climbing the professional ladder or dismantling ridiculous trends with surgical precision—proves that my confidence is earned, not just borrowed from a late-night binge. I don't need liquid courage to be on this level of excellence, I just am.

Cat Brah, your “ego” is basically a frat party—loud, messy, and impressive only to other frat bros. And that's probably all you're gonna attract, bros and more bros... Bro.

Brah-donna, while I appreciate your boldness... sometimes... definitely just sometimes. Let us not confuse Instagram-level wit with world-class charisma. My ego doesn’t just fill the room, it owns the room.

When I put on a suit, I go from 100 to 1000. You can't even compare this essence of beauty to any one of you plebs.

Sincerely,

Chadillac.

The Brah-donna

Oh, please.

Both of you are out here competing for second place because the top spot is already taken. My ego isn’t just big—it’s iconic. I’m the blueprint, darlings. Confidence isn’t about shouting the loudest or flexing the hardest; it’s about being unapologetically me in every room I walk into.

Cat Brah, your ego is cute in a “I-just-woke-up-and-haven’t-brushed-my-fur” kind of way. If a sketchy energy drink could take human form, it would probably be you.

And dear, Chadillac. While your confidence is polished, it’s also exhausting. Not everything needs a PowerPoint, babe. Talking to you is like reading some corporate quarterly report, nothing but yawns.

My ego doesn’t just turn heads; it sets trends.

Try to keep up.