It Was Tuesday At 2:15pm. Brad, Chris, Jeremy And Luke Were Hanging Per Usual. They Bought And Made Their

It was Tuesday at 2:15pm. Brad, Chris, Jeremy and Luke were hanging per usual. They bought and made their Halloween costumes back in March while at a stripper flea market just outside of Reno. This, of course, was your 'oh so typical' everyday street wear, a peculiar shade of dress that read mainstream or ultra trendy depending on the infractions of its execution.

Yes, we know. It's difficult to look at the pic and not think everyone dresses like they are 35.... like EVERYONE. You know it's a gold standard when those who actually are 35 don't even react.

What's his head told us this on that one show. You know, the one with the runway, sewing machines, and that woman we see every Halloween in the rags who divorced… an otter was it?

Oh. Otter is a gay thing isn’t it? Just like pank, gurl, and… Well, isn’t it all gay?!?

Ok. That’s not true or more of us would be test tubers by now. We’re still on the YouTube with the occasion designer baby popping out of China or some overdone upper crust of Europe-adjacent. When will parents learn no matter how much you change a child, even if you alter their DNA, they will always become what they are?

Ultimately, we each direct our own expression. No one creates art on your behalf or tells another how to feel. We will each decide here too.

Dear me, that was a tangent wasn’t it? So…where were we? Seal. Ah. Yes. That. We got a name! This one divorced, and as far as we know all involved survived and carry on otter-free.

What was the name of the show though? You know the one with that butler who has all the catch phrases and pretends to help the contestants but obviously doesn't because have you seen some of the outfits?! The name escapes me but someone on the show called out everyone dressing like they were 35 right before fashion finally threw itself down three flights of stairs to pass in a respectable manner.

That’s what you do after waking up and finding yourself on life support from being declared ‘over,’ ‘obsolete’ and ‘pointless’ countless times for decades. Such horrific headlines and worst of all, no one who declared it dead ever bothered to throw it funeral. Well, there’s no pretty there.

We say, good for you fashion. We can run with your tips and style now so leave you to finally rest in peace. We’ve raised the dead too many times. I swear dignity exists only because we still have the word for it.

I think.

D-I-G-N-I-T-Y.

Yes. It’s all there. Ok. Great. Now we’ve held a private service and said our goodbyes. Please style on and leave fashion be.

BTW - This... yes, this whole post thing is PRIDE. Nuance darling, nuance. We taught you this upfront when we went over infractions.

Ok. So, believe it or not, all of this hullabaloo actually leads us up to....

Just The Fashion Tip #9328 : Tops and bottoms are not required to communicate either.

Right?!? We do more than blow minds around here at BradAndChris.com.

Great WERQ boiz. When the gays do pedestrian, they DO PEDESTRIAN!

Chris was digging the up and down horizontal stripe trend. It just made sense.

Via @speedoguyz

Did I leave the back patio door open? Chris thought he felt a breeze from the air conditioning. Hmmmm... maybe not.

Well, this was no fun. Where was Brad with that unicorn?!? Chris needed inflatables and sun oil. He was still pissed Brad accidentally used the spendy lube again. Chris did too, but someone had to take the heat so they drew straws. On the bright side, they got a pretty good bangin session out of it. Luke’s suggestion to participate certainly reduced the waste factor.

Chris stopped himself there. It was still just him and the dental floss from the morning now between his other cheeks. Was it teal or aqua? Chris needed a color wheel. He’d text Brad and ask him to stop by either Michael’s or Homo Depot to pick one up.

Brad felt slighted by Chis’s proclamation for up and down fashion. Maybe it was the only thread of shade on an otherwise perfectly sunny beach throwing him off.

Maybe.

Either way, Brad preferred classic vertical lines that laid themselves out on top of one another sideways like the black and white ones on his swimmers… Brad paused there. For whatever reason Brad wanted to screw Chris in the elevator of the beach parking garage. What floor were they on? Five? Six? It didn’t matter. There was always the emergency brake.

Brad then asked Chris to remind him what the hell they were talking about. He wanted to say blinds but knew that was off. “Was someone playing Aerosmith earlier?”

Was he awake? Brad thought to snap a selfie to find out. Sure enough, Mirror Brad was already up and taking selfies too. This meant he was likely awake too as well also. That's when Chris called again from the kitchen. The flapjacks were ready but they were super sticky.

Whatever “IT” was, Chris was that.