Chris Spotted Gold. It Would Be Solid In About 20 Seconds As His Bf Brad Was Wearing The Exact Same Design

Chris spotted gold. It would be solid in about 20 seconds as his bf Brad was wearing the exact same design but in a thong and on his first set of squats.

Chris threw in the last towel for his burgeoning line of men's underwear after learning his boyfriend Brad sourced the prototypes by purchasing them directly from SKIMS.

Finally connecting why they took a sheet to the beach that one day, Brad found it difficult to pay attention to a lecture on copyright infringement from someone involved in such an oversight debacle. It was also hard not to wonder what the grey skintight suit might look like wet.

Brad was far from alone. Everyone in the closest row of cabana's would hold their breath every time Brad took a small step backwards toward the pool in his highly animated and passionate speech oddly championing someone with billions, a team of lawyers, and the law already in their favor.

She was also a lawyer herself... or at minimum on her way. It was difficult to keep up with bar exam news between Klhoe's lackluster clap back's and finding yourself justifying why not a single man has managed to remain on the show despite secretly feeling not so hot about that. It was a lot with nowhere to go, especially considering the level of sophistication fronted.

Brimming with frustration at his boyfriend's antics, Chris snapped and rushed Brad midsentence to land them both squarely in the pool. Everyone on deck was already on the edge of their seat as they surfaced.

Well… Let's just say Kim K deserves every single dollar she has as the pool deck literally broke out in applause at the sheer glean and mind-blowing accentuation of Brad's perfect nipples. It was breathtaking. It was the only time the two of them wished California was more humid and colder.

Despite the gray suit's flawlessness, Brad and Chris still managed to one up the design. The incident inspired them to launch a new brand of swimwear composed completely of dissolvable materials called ‘Sorry But Not Sorry SKIMMY.’ The initial investor would convince Brad and Chris to shorten the name to ‘But SKIMMY’ to transform it into the ultimate macho answer to the curvaceous clothing line.

Ironically, Brad and Chris’ venture would fail because no one could materialize a profitable dissolvable.

It was at that moment Chris fell into a blissful state of wonder. What was he thinking? Was he thinking? What was thinking anyway?

Chris would snap out of it once the tide rolled in enough to cover his bulge. It was nature's way of saying 'the show's over folks!'

It was undoubtedly one up from a fat lady singing. That saying never made sense to Chris. His boyfriend Brad explained how it came to be to Chris umpteen times, and even with his boyfriend's use of AI infused flow charts and digital puppetry, the concept was never fully grasped.

Did most operas really end with a fat lady singing? #1 Boring #2 It would be ridiculous if not patronizing. Chris knew there was no way, every series on Netflx would just happen to end with the same character. How then did it happen for opera? It read more than coincidental and was just plain fishy.

The entire notion finally came together for Chris when he read on operasense.com only 3.3% of Americans actually attend opera. His sanity was further underscored when he learned almost four times as many Americans watched Netflix using someone else's password.

All was good with the world.

Brad would pass on OperaSense stock options the following day.

To decompress from Sebastian’s crab infested fashion shoot, Brad slipped into his Y2K Baywatch cosplay per Becky’s suggestion. It always put Brad in a good mood and Becky had a thing for time pieces.

What Brad couldn’t get past was why he was hired to model the ill designed lobster jacket and not his boyfriend Chris. One would think a photographer named Sebastian would hire a model under the ‘C’.

Catching a healthy dose of A-tude in the sails, Becky pointed out that Brad was being a ‘B.’ It took one to know one so…

That’s when Chris shouted, “And scene”from the half bath adding the three should really consider dumping seafood altogether. He couldn’t make it past the front hall half bath after grabbing Captain D’s.

Brad and Becky agreed things didn’t need to progress down the line any further. The use of E was dropped somewhere after the millennium and before the drop of Madonna's MDNA album. Chris then added Molly seemed to be holding on as the go to term diving into this whole rave culture redo.

Brad and Becky found Chris' comment about as insightful as those of a field reporter on the local news.

It never occurred to Brad 'yey high' reffered to how tall the grass was. It was always just something he said when it kicked in.

Oh gosh.

Umm…

Well, this was weird. Smack dab in the middle of a neighborhood BBQ, Brad and Chris’s neighbor Luke couldn’t remember if he was drunk or flirting.

Those were separate things correct? Work from home did have its drawbacks.