Looking In The Mirror, Chris Found His Nightmare Coming True. He Woke Up More Perfect Than The Day Before.

Looking in the mirror, Chris’ found his nightmare coming true. He woke up more perfect than the day before. Chris neared a panic. He needed to pull himself together, but wasn’t that part of the problem!? UGH! What was he doing?!?

That’s when Chris just stopped believing in winning all together. Like Santa Clause, it was fun to a point. Then it seemed cruel. Now, it just doesn’t really make sense. It was also really, really, REALLY expensive.

How was it you had to lie to make money to buy Christmas gifts AND to give them?!? NO THK U.

UGGGHHH. It was official. Winning, perfection and Santa Clause all sucked donkey butt. GREAT. Now what?

Maybe Brad would suck his butt? That would be nice.

Brad was about to take a selfie when he realized he was on lunch. Oh gosh. Was it WORK or WERK? Brad didn’t know.

Until Chris’ lecture about heterosexuals, he didn’t even think WORK was a real word. It still looked funny. Not funny ha ha either. More like an EWWWW! Yeah. That kinda funny.

Apparently, it’s written in lowercase letters as well. Double EWWWW!!! He def wasn’t there yet, but Brad knew one day with tons of effort by other people it may just be possible. Social efficiency was still underground. The trees were smart to live there so he did too.

Brad then looked at the selfie and the clock. 1:30pm on the dot. He typed “WEEERRQQ!!!!!” & hit send. Suddenly, he was feeling statuesque.

Boxed lunch.

Brad couldn’t deal. Why would anyone need to when cocaine was EVERYWHERE? It didn’t even grow from the trees. It fell from the SKY!!! Brad took a selfie & sent it to Chris who took this photo. 4get the Hollywood Hills. Montreal was outrageous!!! Two travel straws and 30 minutes later, Brad and Chris’ vague understanding of the Inuit people kicked in.

Something was up. Chris just knew these things.

Chris never actually played on the team. He just liked wearing the uniform. For whatever reason, no one ever questioned it. So he carried on with that fine ass of his. You go Chris!

Right after watching the show Brad got a text from Chris with his review. “Nailed it.” Minutes later they nailed eachother in the dressing room. Both were thankful it was opening night. Brad said it would be from here on as well. Chris was bummed. He thought it would be hammer time. That’s when Brad and Chris’ neighbor Luke piped in and said according to the footage on his phone, they each screwed over the other twice already. It shouldn’t be a big deal what they call it. That’s when Brad asked Luke how he got in the dressing room. Chris asked how harsh the shadows looked on film. The make up mirrors weren’t the best. Luke said the door was open, not bad and that he needed a ride home. Luke ended his date immediately after this wretched gay Flashdance show he was taken to. Unforgivable. This little sex show on the other hand, Luke could get used to. What were Brad and Chris doing backstage anyway? Chris was floored. “HELLLOOO!!! Luke. U just filmed it.”