U Tell Me Chris. How LOW. Do U Want 2 Go?

U tell me Chris. How LOW. do u want 2 go?

Brad and Chris’ 3rd runway show 2gether by far the most bizarre. Hecklers kept shouting “Bris” every time they hit the runway. As if.

They were two individual people who couldn’t tell eachother apart, thank u very much. Not some fancy shmancy side 4 a French combo meal.

Now what was up w/these tiny fly swatters? Perhaps they were meant for gnats.

Chris 2 Brad - Stop texting sexy pix. I'm ur bf. I'm NOT gonna buy Sfera coffee/Armani undies. Plz ...show sum self respect/common curtesy. Post ur nearly nude bod 4 EVERYONE 2 C. Ok?!? Not 2 me. Sell yourself OUT. Remember what Suze says; $$$ 1st. Then honey if you have one and if not exploit more bees and pass it off as women’s lib. Prioritize. Don’t want 2 worry bout u.

Brad was one of those flappy things from the Atlanta Olympics that you see now at a car dealership or a bank, but as a raver club kid at a pool party at the Millennium.

Like anyone, it was difficult for Brad to imagine anything more than a decade old as not happening @ the same time.

With their blog still market explicit, Brad and Chris’ rub a dub dub photo mix stunt seemed to only highlight their dirty minds not clean them.

Two weeks later, It would dawn on Brad brains were like cats. Neither could handle water. If only he could lick his brain. Then he could imagine clean exotic Tumblr-friendly things like crisp linens and liquid origami.

To his credit, Brad did sport liquid shorts… and who doesn’t secretly loathe linen?!?

Chris felt fat. Maybe he was on organic overload. Until he was sure, eggs were officially back in the ‘bad’ court along with all the other flip flop foods.

Chris then wondered if eggs were included in the ban on thongs at the beach. Eggs were not explicitly mentioned on the sign. Then again, in this time and age ANYTHING could b explicit. U can’t even sneeze!

..Wait! Was THAT Y Chris felt fat?!? Looking back, Chris hadn’t sneezed once during the whole pandemic. He wasn’t like Brad who snotted every time he laughed really hard.

Ok. He’d def text Brad to c if FTD delivered. First, he needed 2 ask Siri if there were still enough bees 2 make flowers.