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Channing Tatum as a stripper back in the 90's. Dear Lord, could you imagine getting a lap dance by him 😈

Neither could answer their neighbor Becky's question. Brad was 80% sure it was Chris who was in the photos. Brad didn’t remember getting a dance gig the week before last but then again, that didn’t neccessarily mean anything. Chris didn’t really care if it was him or not. Which ever one of them it was looked good and had a good time. It wasn’t going to get any deeper than that. Having lived next to the boys for two months, Becky knew enough to excuse herself & let Brad and Chris hash out the inuendo.

looking good in GREEN!

Brad finished his set that night with more tips than usual but still slightly ticked off people kept calling him the wrong name. B-R-A-D. Why was that so difficult to remember?!

Oh goodness. Brad didn’t know. Wasn’t stripping year round? Brad and Chris didn’t install the pole w/shower outside because SoCal had a winter. Now that Brad thought about it, climate change somehow managed to moderate the perfect weather in LA even more. It read nearly creepy. Maybe Earth was more sick than they thought.

Finding himself suddenly flustered, Brad threw the thought away in an underhand pitch. Immediately, he regretted the move as the sewers in their neighborhood drained directly to the ocean.

Brad and Chris’ neighbor Luke didn’t get it. Why would he cut the cord? The phone would no longer work, and it would ruin the whole look. He also paid his ex’s AT&T bill a year in advance and felt he should get something out of it.

Chris was really happy the bees were now getting vaccines. They weren’t doing too well for awhile.

About twenty min later, Chris would get a mini lecture from the shift manager about chatting with the customers as an erotic dancer at Faultline.

Brad spoke to Hernando for 45 minutes before realizing he wasn’t real.

His boyfriend Chris lol’d. “You got hooked on gold Brighteyes.”

“Ugh. Chris be nice. The future is really confusing alright. I don’t even know if it was ok to use the present tense in that last sentence. Do you?”

Chris looked to his boyfriend and shrugged his shoulders emphasizing his need for an answer. “So…”

“What? I don’t know Chris. I don’t know. Ok? I don’t know future tense. Are you happy?”

Brad placed his hands on his hips glanced at their California king bed then back to Chris. “So does this mean I am supposed to apologize for laughing at you?”

“I don’t know Brad. I also don’t know why Hernando would let me ramble for 45 freaking minutes about the provocative styles of the underwear line Candyman. Why would anyone do that to someone anyway?”

Chris paused to take a deep breath. He didn’t need to go down that path any further. “As for an apology my guess is probably not as so far the future is pretty rude.”

Brad agreed. “Well, Hernado will never apologize so why should I? Can we just fast forward to whatever’s next? What’s happening after the future anyway?”

“Oh god something! I hope.” Chris paused to take another breath even deeper than before. “Well, let me just say this. If the future really is all there is, I seriously think we should sue.”

After agreeing the extra ‘is’ in Chris’ last statement rang funny, the two made a pack that if it was still the future in a week, they’d start asking around for referrals so they could sue ‘the children.’ They were future and they would pay up for anything and everything subpar. If it had to come out of their parents pockets so be it. Someone needed to take responsibility for the future and it may not be the worst idea to make it an adult.

Brad then reminded Chris not to ask Hernando if it came down to that as it would be counterproductive but didn’t specify the why. It still read as a good point nonetheless.

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As part of his commitment to embolden the erotic dancer profession, Brad proudly served up his infamous two layer beefcake.

As fate should have it, Chris began erotic dancing right when the video playback on his iPhone got stuck in slo mo.