Brad Was Coy About His New Gig As KTLAs Mid-day Weatherman. True, It Was Somewhat Edgy. He Was The First

Brad was coy about his new gig as KTLA’s mid-day weatherman. True, it was somewhat edgy. He was the first new hire in decades without big boobs and a chihuahua but Brad drew the line at trailblazing. Los Angeles had seen this before. It just finally presented the weather.

The package deal Brad fronted arguably presented itself. It also got the badly needed UPS weather segment sponsorship as well as an in with the makers of Viagra and the Bowflex.

The producers at KTLA were most pumped up at the prospect of a POV cam for live weather reports from Coachella, Stage Coach and White Party. They did tho express concern for those Brad would be ‘interviewing’ given the inexplicable increase in risk for third arm induced black eye.

Brad was largely unfazed by all of it as he was already going to be at the festivals, and the new job simply meant he was getting paid as a host in addition to being a gogo dancer. He also had years of maneuvering experience under his belt which quelched much of the producers initial worry regarding the size of his whoo-ha.

That’s not to say the new gig didn’t throw Brad a few curve balls. For one, he was surprised to learn the local forecast got super gimmicky because there was essentially no weather to report in Southern California. He also had no idea ‘quelched’ and ‘whoo-ha’’ weren’t words.

What really threw Brad for a loop was the use of quotes with the word ‘interviewing’ by his new co-workers. The practice also confounded his boyfriend Chris. Interviewing was a real word!

Gay stallions Brad and Chris enjoyed a steady diet of high quality juice, choice protein shakes, and naturally sweetened homegrown “HAAAAYYYYY!!!”

Brad never followed up with his boyfriend Chris to clarify who the men were. As everyone else, he left the framed photo on the bedroom dresser to fester with the rest of the pics of sorted family members, needy exes, and unaccounted male friends apparently all named Bruno.

Who can say…

Gustavio didn’t become Maybelline’s first male Cover Girl for no reason. He was flying high and in demand. Or was he flying, high, and in demand? Maybe he was flying, high and on demand?

It was funny how such tiny things could make a huge difference. It was more peculiar Gustavio still couldn’t place himself anywhere among the three options despite being sober and near the end of a transatlantic flight. Even stranger was how Americans used the term ‘not ha-ha funny’.

Like the rest of the planet, Gustavio didn’t get that. What he did know however, was that he was on his way to America to do a special inside job for Brad and Chris.

The two invited Gustavio to their home in California to drive their piles and then answer some sorted question about make up. Apparently, there’s been a mystery shrouding his employer for decades. The Euro heart throb was always happy to help where it was good and an inside job was where he could shine.

“Maybe it was Maybelline, maybe not. Who can say? Why such a silly thing make a big deal?”

Gustavio admittedly missed the whole controversy and remained strikingly unworried. If anyone could get to the bottom in any situation it was him. Gustavio always came out on top. Always. That was never a question

“To make love well is like a really nice cigarettes, if it was good, I smoked you twice. Thats how you know. But you know this already.”

To that, Gustavio needed a light before landing.

“Gustavio, that’s me, has a craving and is a ready now. It’s no matter I am still on plane. Trust me. I know things. Ok Maybe one, but preferably two guys. No need to know their names.”

Gustavio would prove himself with what’s his head from from the first-class cabin crew and his equally nameless co-worker from economy plus somewhere over Arizona then again in the very brief time over the extreme southern tip of Nevada.

It was true. Only the majesty of the Grand Canyon could carry the echos of Gustavio’s pleasure.

What did his neighbor Luke mean? Chris tried his best at everything. How could that possibly go wrong?

Luke put down his phone and let out a sigh. He then informed Chris ‘trying’ was exactly the problem. “Chris you were born adorable. You don’t need to be anything. Just be.”

Chris was still confused. “How come Brad didn’t get a lecture?”

Luke then informed Chris his boyfriend Brad wasn’t any more subtle or less offensive, just out of frame.

Just The Fashion Tip: Pride Edition.

Flame to put out.