Gustavio Seemed A Little Full Of Himself. Neither Brad Or Chris Ever Wore A Watch. They Didnt Have A

Gustavio seemed a little full of himself. Neither Brad or Chris ever wore a watch. They didn’t have a tv nor felt it necessary to make weather people feel insecure about their jobs more than they already were. They did haute coture runway just as well if not better. So what if they were from America.

While Brad and Chris gallented in greener pastures, Gustavio furiously ran every red light. Admittedly, a feat in itself on an island without a single traffic signal. Now why did we start talking about this goon?

Oh yeah. He’s like REALLY HOT. Allegedly also a person just like us, Brad and Chris. Don't worry. We hold our doubts about us too. Namely who’s who. We can't tell ourselves. That’s how we know somethings real. Whut exactly is real TBD. TBA or just the T. Sometimes Y.

Whatev. Just horny right now. HEY. Who's THIS GUY?!?! He is... UGGHHH! Gustavio.

How the hell do eyes have corners anyway? Can we just NOT?!

Yep. Jeremy, Brad and Chris were Fur-Sure.

Well, faux fur-sure. Chris felt the need to mention plastic tho was real. Brad said it read a little Jeremy Irons. Don’t u think? A little too Jeremy Irons. That's when Jeremy randomly started singing about some cool cat who sounded like they may have a drinking problem because water fell out of the sky when they got married.

Brad told Jeremy he should take that wino fly friend seriously. Chris on the other hand hated Chardonnay, but instead wanted to know if Jeremy got into modeling because everything now was wrinkle resistant. Jeremy said family played a part but what worried him most was nobody got old anymore. No one under the age of 30 knows what wrinkles look like.

Brad said that was def tru. He had to look up wrinkles on Wiki as well as Chardonnay. He’d only known Rose. Chris mentioned they'd all already seen eachother with gray hair. That lookbook was soooooo 2 years ago. Did that classify it as retro? No one knew.

Chris was comfortable almost anywhere.

It was just difficult to fan Dallas. What was the point of all this glass if it only reflected light?! It could be SOOOO much hotter properly mirrored. Like SOOOO much hotter.

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WOAH WOAH WOAH... OK. THIS was all too much. Brad could see these BOX's were throwing him, Chris and the gays for a loop. It had to stop if they were to clear their heads. With that Brad got scissors and Chris got laid.

What ‘did it all’ mean? Was it every position? Every person? Was it even related to sex?!? Was there anything that wasn’t? Chris began to wonder if he might just be too low maintenance.

Brad’s speedo was once again money. Wasn’t there something he was supposed to loathe about that? Recycled fashion was redundant. Or was it reductive? Damn that Lady Gaga. Her relevance antics kept throwing Brad off. Tea sounded nice. “Yes. Raspberry beret. Thank u.”