Yep. Jeremy, Brad And Chris Were Fur-Sure.

Yep. Jeremy, Brad and Chris were Fur-Sure.

Well, faux fur-sure. Chris felt the need to mention plastic tho was real. Brad said it read a little Jeremy Irons. Don’t u think? A little too Jeremy Irons. That's when Jeremy randomly started singing about some cool cat who sounded like they may have a drinking problem because water fell out of the sky when they got married.

Brad told Jeremy he should take that wino fly friend seriously. Chris on the other hand hated Chardonnay, but instead wanted to know if Jeremy got into modeling because everything now was wrinkle resistant. Jeremy said family played a part but what worried him most was nobody got old anymore. No one under the age of 30 knows what wrinkles look like.

Brad said that was def tru. He had to look up wrinkles on Wiki as well as Chardonnay. He’d only known Rose. Chris mentioned they'd all already seen eachother with gray hair. That lookbook was soooooo 2 years ago. Did that classify it as retro? No one knew.

It was all smoke and mirrors with Gustavio. He was European and that guy with the reflective light gadget thingy always lurked in his shadow. Brad and Chris wondered how much credit card debt Gustavio accumulated on cigarettes and payroll. Brad guessed $20k. Chris guessed $50k. The old man at the table next to them said it would be $100k, but he pays it off every month. That’s when the man sitting with him exclaimed he’d done the same for Gustavio.

Brad and Chris quickly interjected and asked the gentlemen to pay their restaurant tab. They did, and in the midst of all the peace breaking out the cafe owner asked Brad and Chris to come back for dinner. It would be on the house for bringing in so much business. The host was correct to seat them front and center on the balcony.

No wonder Gustavio ran every red light in a town without one. Brad and Chris declined the invitation. They didn’t want Gustavio’s table. That’s when the owner offered unlimited cigarettes and a personal assistant for a month. That was it. Brad and Chris needed to get off this island immediately. The gentlemen at the next table then offered their yaght.

Brad then asked Chris if they were both thinking out loud again. Chris didn’t know but the restaurant owner gave an affirmative. Brad and Chris became sad. Their dream to join the Secret Service grew that much further away. On the bright side, Brad and Chris could still wear the uniforms.

The rest of them heard but decided best not to respond. No need to take everyone’s dreams off the table. Then again, invisible uniforms might just look great on Brad and Chris. It was dreamland once again for all. Brad and Chris left the island of Gustavio just as it was (in full Secret Service attire via yaght of course).

On his way to the agency, Chris randomly flash backed to that infamous flight to Geneva. It might be a sign but he didn’t feel like reading right now.

‘Perfectly not trying.’ What did that mean? Was it mean? Chris didn’t understand what the cabin boy was saying. He ALWAYS tried.

After thumbing through Brads many faces, Chris decided it best to hold on to the remark until he forgot it again. If he could only remember how to forget. Now this day wasn’t going so well was it?!

Chris then text Brad to ask where he was going. Brad said the grocery store. Chris replied with a negative. He had to get his check. Where was it?

Brad said it best to ask the check. Chris then apologized. Brad was right. The check needed to speak for itself. It may be paper, but it was still money. Chris really needed to take the corporate rights movement seriously. Businesses weren’t yet people.

The Parka shoot almost over. TG. Brad just wasn’t Inuit. He’s been on this job for 12 hrs! 5 full hours longer than he’s ever been away from Chris. UGGHHHH!!! Ok 20 min 2go. The countdown was on

Gustavio seemed a little full of himself. Neither Brad or Chris ever wore a watch. They didn’t have a tv nor felt it necessary to make weather people feel insecure about their jobs more than they already were. They did haute coture runway just as well if not better. So what if they were from America.

While Brad and Chris gallented in greener pastures, Gustavio furiously ran every red light. Admittedly, a feat in itself on an island without a single traffic signal. Now why did we start talking about this goon?

Oh yeah. He’s like REALLY HOT. Allegedly also a person just like us, Brad and Chris. Don't worry. We hold our doubts about us too. Namely who’s who. We can't tell ourselves. That’s how we know somethings real. Whut exactly is real TBD. TBA or just the T. Sometimes Y.

Whatev. Just horny right now. HEY. Who's THIS GUY?!?! He is... UGGHHH! Gustavio.

How the hell do eyes have corners anyway? Can we just NOT?!

Turns out woodchucks really DO chuck A LOT of wood. Well, that made Chris happy. “Come on Brad!”

Gosh. That was a good idea.