Luke Came Back To Brad And Chris After Conducting Reconnaissance On The New Guy.

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.

Chris paused for a moment.

No. He did not feel out of place at all wearing his own clothes. They were all standing inside a clothing retailer were they not? It would only be odd if he was wearing clothes he did not own outside of the dressing room.

Chris then reminded the sales clerk at the boutique on Rodeo Drive ‘Stranger Things’ already happened. They were still producing new episodes too so they could put the matter to rest. The old saying was now absolute truth and no longer opinion.

Chris then seemingly out of nowhere felt himself resisting an incredible urge to scream, “BIG, HUGE, BIG mistake!”

Brad would attribute the unrecognizable urge to intergenerational trauma at dinner that evening. After careful consideration and research via a rental on Netflix, Brad’s hypothesis certainly fit the bill.

Chris then wondered how it was Chris saw the flick ‘Pretty Woman’ in the first place. It screamed of straight people. To the other end, it did produce an unexpected explanation for Brad’s fear of polka dot dresses. Chris always did admire Brad for his integrity.

Of course he got lucky.

“Please… who does not know how to knock on wood? Gustavio, me, I am the expert. People knew this. Come on. What a silly question to say. That is like asking me if I wanted a cigarette, eh? Maybe a light I might need. I don’t know until the time. As for the wood, I am the Master. Just ask Miss Stewart.”

Gustavio then paused to knock on the massive oak desk he casually graced his lean upon. “I knock. That’s what I do. When it is really good, I knock twice. That’s how you know.”

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.

Could he be a Daddy at 22? Brad did not know how age played into it.

Luckily, the spat between Brad and Chris ended when their neighbor Luke stepped in to announce the pool party he hosted was on Memorial Day. It was Labor Day, and no, they were not the same holiday. Juneteenth was also it’s own thing and indeed was new in an official capacity. It had been around for quite some time in reality so it was nice to finally see it recognized.

Luke then offered to stir up some taco dip if Brad and Chris wanted to stay.

Well, this was sufficiently awkward. This was by far Brad and Chris’ biggest infraction since the diagnosis debacle.

That’s a word correct? Debacle?

Anyway, how the h-e double hockey sticks were they going to get out of this one?

Maybe Chris would take another picture. (Click!)

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.