Brad Put On His Outfit For The Next Cam Show. Brad: Is This Gay?! Chris: Maybe The Cutout Units. Really,

Brad put on his outfit for the next cam show. Brad: “Is this gay?!” Chris: “Maybe the cutout units. Really, it’s the cocky boy in it. Pretty ballsy. The prick of body hair more unnatural than anything.” Brad: “A bunch of malarkey. Your eyes NEVER left my crotch. Chris. CHRIS?!? Look AWAY from my balls. OMG. Ur sic Chris. SIC!!! Chris: “Wha??….Yeah. Good idea. I WILL take a picture. (Click Click) Hold on. Let’s make it 2. It will last TWICE as long. (Click. Click.) Oh… I know. Let’s do a warm up video. Ok. Yep. HERE we go. WOW. Just look at that bulge. Now, shake it a little. Want 2 c what happens…”

Oh thank GAWD! Brad BARELY escaped becoming his and Chris’ biggest fear: PERFECTION. If it wasn’t for that right strap, Brad SOOOO would’ve been there. No one would have believed the pic was real. Boy, that was close. Too close. Brad stopped 4 a minute as a shiver went down his spine. One thing was certain. They’d need 2 hire more perverted blind stylists that doubled as masseuses. Brad would get on that as well as Chris. All this energy needed 2 go somewhere. Chris of course would come first as the stylist had 2 get 2 their next gig.

This whole shower business in wet white cotton while Chris snapped photos just didn’t make sense. Just last week, Brad randomly found himself wearing white briefs to the beach. Just a few days ago, Chris was looking like a nun in white briefs. Now THIS. Neither of them particularly liked the old school style either… and Y again in the shower?!

That’s when Brad realized the conversation was in his head.

Hmmmm.

Chris seemed busy with the camera, but Brad interrupted the shoot anyway citing he had Margaret Cho’s much anticipated laundry detergent recommendation. It was the absolute sure fire needed to pull him out of the chaos.

"Oh," said Chris. "Well, what is it?"

Brad explained Margaret lit it up once again. She made her own laundry detergent from scratch. The woman was AMAZING and even gave Brad a list of ingredients.

Still, neither Brad nor Chris would begin wearing shirts. In the end, Chris boiled down the ensuing twenty two minute conversation to one hard point. It just wasn’t natural.

Brad agreed wholeheartedly clarifying Margaret’s recipe was natural but wearing shirts or pretty much any clothing was not for two hot gay boys barely 22 years of age working as fashion models and gogo dancers in Southern California.

Well, back to the photo shoot then.

“There’s a party in the USA right now Y’ALL!!!”

Brad and Chis’ neighbor Luke met Molly Cyrus backstage not 20 minutes prior.

That 1st part somehow made sense, but how there’s a backstage at a cooperative yard sale on Brad and Chris’ driveway no one knew.

Pretending to know how to wrestle ranked just below turkey and naturally turkey-flavored foods as the #2 source of Brad’s many unintended siestas.

Luckily, hitting his head on the bunk bed dropped to number three when Brad moved in with Chris. The doctor expects this to slide even further in the ranks so long as Brad doesn’t keep going home for mediocre holidays.

Brad didn't get it. He was having a good day. Was his hair having a different experience? He just fixed his coif not a minute ago. Listen, If Brad’s hair was depressed or naughty, he needed to know. The last thing a 22 y/o professional model needs are suicidal follicles that show up in jail.