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.

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.

Chris had a problem with the word ‘manufacturer’. It didn’t roll off the tongue like Becky’s ‘Namibia.’

What was he going to do now anyway? The photo shoot was in full swing. It was indeed a nasty word though. The only thing more on the nasty was the plural, ‘manufacturers.’

Despite the distractions, as a professional gay model, Chris was expected to somehow make it WERK, WURQ and WORK not to mention WORKOUT and everything between with a bend and snap of the finger.

It was A LOT and Chris realized he had taken every version of the word on. He never expected the Inuit people to live up up to every term ever created for snow. Why did he put all this expectation around the gays? Was he putting all this pressure on himself?

Chris needed to get a grasp on his performance. How was he doing? What was he doing? Was he making this photo shoot look easy?

If so, Chris was either putting in too much effort, too into it or possibly Inuit himself. He never did water the family tree to find out, but only because he didn’t know how. He tried tho. Oh how he tried.

Chris stopped himself there. He really needed to stop trying. How could he do that? He didn’t know any other way.

Chris decided to bring himself back to the present tense. Whatever that was had to be better than this brand of timeless self torture. One deep breath in and…

Admittedly the now was hot. The better half of nasty if you know what that means. The jockstrap on his head smelled a little like his boyfriend Brad too.

He worked out.

Wait. Was this his?

(Click!)

That’s when the photographer ran out of memory and yelled, “what the hell was going on?!

Chris said he wasn’t too sure as he kept getting distracted himself. He did though suspect the jockstrap on his head was his boyfriends so wasn’t overly concerned as to what they may snap out of and into. Brad was around somewhere. The jockstrap was still fresh.

Chris’ stomach then rumbled. “Was Cher just here? I feel like pizza.”

That’s when Chris realized the photographer was their neighbor Luke. Apparently he brought over some new weed to watch Mystic Pizza. It was good stuff.

Brad got it at Ross.

Chris ordered flapjacks with Cabana Banana Nut Bread Spread using Brad’s dough. He was so excited Chris thought to nut himself.