You Know What. Chris Was Right. Things Didnt Need A Gym To WERK Out. People Did.

You know what. Chris was right. Things didn’t need a gym to WERK out. People did.

...Or should one say people ‘do?’ Did do. Do did. Do do.

That’s when Brad lol’d to himself so hard he snotted. (Yes. Pretty people do that too.)

Ok. It was official. The party was a bust. Chris was on his way back down 2 Brad still on the back patio 2 break the news:

1) No free drinks on the house, 2) the roof wasn't on fire, 3) nor was it made of tin OR rusted.

NONE of the claims true. WTF?! Who lies about THAT stuff? Whatever...

Just as Chris cleared the roof, disaster struck again. Chris’ package popped out of the $68 Andrew Christian Slim Swimmer Super Support Thong underneath his speedo. His bulge flooded outta control.

Oh great… U know, the LAST thing Chris needed was to give himself a black eye.

In a random recall of the roof fiasco 2 days prior, Chris wondered if it was possible to lie while singing.

Brad’s real Dad was HAWT. In a twisted coincidence, he got his first driver’s license the same day Chris was born. 
Ummmm… Is this pool at a church?

Chris didn’t know what it was. A Rubik’s cube? Brad guessed it was a VCR then suggested it actually didn’t matter what it was. They could use it as a paper weight. Brad and Chris immediately lol’d. Paper didn’t have muscles. That’s when their neighbor Luke asked ‘Y would anyone have paper?’ Brad then asked Luke what he was doing in their bedroom at 9:04am on a Thursday. Chris then chimed in to say he thought Luke’s question was valid. They’ve never kept paper at the house. Like ever.

AGHHH! Gustavio. The man was gorgeous but seemingly EVERYWHERE.

What was he doing in an abandoned building ...and in full coverage underwear? Then again what were Brad and Chris doing there in micro-thongs?!

No one knew. No one complained either.