Jim The Gym Owner Slept Funny But Not The Haha Funny. More Like Awkward Funny.

Jim the Gym Owner slept funny but not the haha funny. More like awkward funny.

Brad and Chris kept staring. Something wasn't working out.

Chris argued Jim had to work out, he owned a gym. Brad said, maybe Jim had some work done. Both agreed sleeping looked hard for him and so did his muscles.

Chris then suggested maybe Jim the Gym Owner did one too many pumps.

Brad didn't see any high heels. It would not surprise Brad if Jim the Gym Owner did drag. In an era of acceptance and rampant capitalism, it would only surprise if he did not.

That reminded Brad, “Was Lisa popping by?” He needed to brainstorm a new name for Aqua Marine to pitch to Crayola. Lisa came up with seven viable alternatives for Burnt Sienna just last week and, “wholly gay men who are high,” Aqua Marine def needed to go.

Amen.

“Jim was sleeping, right?” Chris then asked if Brad, if he had ad a tiny mirror. “You know what, 69 that. Lisa would have one on her person for sure.”

Brad agreed also stating Lisa was coming by in a half hour. Chris then suggested to Brad they 69 in the meantime. Staring at all this muscle was making him hot, and he didn’t want to touch anything that might be dead. Brad was also pretty sure the number was 86 but despite the enormous stretch would continue to look it over for obvious reasons.

Luke came back to Brad and Chris after conducting reconnaissance on the new guy.

Chris so called it.

He was all the same age, from Massachusetts, also an underwear model like Brad and Chris, and in the middle of a shoot as a body double for Macho Man the movie. He was playing the construction worker for the stripper scenes as the actor can’t keep his weight in check. Of all things, his name was Harry.

Brad then said he thought it would be almost funny if Harry’s last name was Lucille or Spotter.

Contrary to his boyfriend’s shallow assumptions, life was not a game for Chris. Obviously, he took his coconuts very seriously and failed to find humor in anything Brad said as to the situation.

Chris then raised the straw to his lips for a swig. “Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Straight up. This is some good coconut milk.”

Chris finished savoring the first sip. “Seriously Brad, you’ve got to try this. I’ve see your eyes grow on the coconuts bro!”

Brad froze not knowing how to respond.

Of course Brad backed it up. He backed like no one. Helloooo! What gay wouldn’t die without a phone?

Chris then informed his boyfriend he was referring to their VW Cabriolet in their driveway.

Brad paused for a moment to soak it all in. “Chris, did you want to stick it in?”

He did.

It was day four of the championship and no one could stop talking about Luke’s new clear glasses.

Brad didn’t know why he swallowed the fly. His boyfriend, Chris didn’t really care. Brad’s fly was looking fly and this swallowing bit was by far the hottest thing since the woodchuck’s chucked wood.

Come to Daddy!