Brad Was One Of Those Flappy Things From The Atlanta Olympics That You See Now At A Car Dealership Or

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.

AT&T’s notorious phone trees put Brad into overload. In a world where time is money, how are these still legal?

Brad and Chris were SOOOO over the reflective lighting. 8 PA’s holding those silvery things seemed excessive.

Chris said even Slim Shady didn’t stand a chance here. Brad had two M&M’s melt in his hand. That’s when Brad asked Chris if M&M’s came in black and white.

The director, Shirley, cut in immediately. “Brad. They DON’T. Why don’t u go wash your hands OK?”

(Talking to herself) GOOD LORD.

“Ok. Take five people. Brad’s washing his hands…. With soap. You hear me Brad?!? One solid minute WITH SOAP. Will someone ensure he gets Siri on the timer…. Please.”

Shirley would ask for a raise that afternoon.

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.

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.

Chris was already too busy trying on old costumes and REALLY didn’t want to be tied down to anything …but Brad might. (Wink wink)