Chris Couldnt Tell So He Snapped A Selfie.

Chris couldn’t tell so he snapped a selfie.

Brad replied, “Well. That’s the right arm right? So you must be driving. You look like a woodchuck Chris.”

Chris: “Yeah you like that?”

Brad: “How much wood, would a woodchuck chuck?”

Chris: “A lot of wood.”

Brad: “Like how much wood?”

Brad: “How much wood Chris?”

Brad: “Wood.”

(Two minutes of garble from Chris’ phone)

Brad: “Chris?”

Jim on Chris’ Phone: “Hi Brad? This is Jim. I’m a medic at Ceaders. Chris has been in an accident.”

Brad: “Was he driving?”

Jim on Chris’ Phone: “Chris was in the passenger seat. No one was behind the wheel. We’re trying to figure that out.

Brad: “Us too. Hey can you put Chris on the phone? I need to finish off this wood business.”

Chris wondered what flavor of Hawaii Brad might taste like. He sure new how to pack a punch.

Luke Elsman

Brad didn't like all this negativity. After five minutes of careful thinking Brad said "YES" to 'No Pants!' Chris praised him for taking a stand. It showed off his legs better than sitting.

Why are we doing this?

Brad forgot. Was Natalie Imbruglia’s new line of jeans called Pumped or Ripped? Then he remembered Pumped was a restaurant. That’s where he wore his dinner jacket. That date with Chris went really well. Like really well. At that precise moment, the photographer captured the campaign’s flagship photo. Super happy with the shoot, for three hours Natalie became Brad’s first and only female friend.

Chris thought horses were too negative. Brad thought they psyched gays out when they got hungry. Neither knew who was in the photo. It could be Chris. Or Brad. Maybe that was the Halloween they were dressed as an optimistic gay horse that voted “yey.” No one else thought it was funny. Except the voting elephant. That was just random.