Brads Boyfriend Chris Was Always Threatening A Good Time.

Brad’s boyfriend Chris was always threatening a good time.

Could he be a Daddy at 22? Brad did not know how age played into it.

Luckily, the spat between Brad and Chris ended when their neighbor Luke stepped in to announce the pool party he hosted was on Memorial Day. It was Labor Day, and no, they were not the same holiday. Juneteenth was also it’s own thing and indeed was new in an official capacity. It had been around for quite some time in reality so it was nice to finally see it recognized.

Luke then offered to stir up some taco dip if Brad and Chris wanted to stay.

Well, this was sufficiently awkward. This was by far Brad and Chris’ biggest infraction since the diagnosis debacle.

That’s a word correct? Debacle?

Anyway, how the h-e double hockey sticks were they going to get out of this one?

Maybe Chris would take another picture. (Click!)

Brad didn’t know why he swallowed the fly. His boyfriend, Chris didn’t really care. Brad’s fly was looking fly and this swallowing bit was by far the hottest thing since the woodchuck’s chucked wood.

Come to Daddy!

Jim the Gym Owner slept funny but not the haha funny. More like awkward funny.

Brad and Chris kept staring. Something wasn't working out.

Chris argued Jim had to work out, he owned a gym. Brad said, maybe Jim had some work done. Both agreed sleeping looked hard for him and so did his muscles.

Chris then suggested maybe Jim the Gym Owner did one too many pumps.

Brad didn't see any high heels. It would not surprise Brad if Jim the Gym Owner did drag. In an era of acceptance and rampant capitalism, it would only surprise if he did not.

That reminded Brad, “Was Lisa popping by?” He needed to brainstorm a new name for Aqua Marine to pitch to Crayola. Lisa came up with seven viable alternatives for Burnt Sienna just last week and, “wholly gay men who are high,” Aqua Marine def needed to go.

Amen.

“Jim was sleeping, right?” Chris then asked if Brad, if he had ad a tiny mirror. “You know what, 69 that. Lisa would have one on her person for sure.”

Brad agreed also stating Lisa was coming by in a half hour. Chris then suggested to Brad they 69 in the meantime. Staring at all this muscle was making him hot, and he didn’t want to touch anything that might be dead. Brad was also pretty sure the number was 86 but despite the enormous stretch would continue to look it over for obvious reasons.

“Orange?!?” Dang nab it. That busts a rhyme.

“Oh ah. Just little bit. Ohhh Ah. A little bit more.”

Chris’ Gina G was ON.

Just The Fashion Tip # 391

Never underestimate the power of your garden hose on day 3 of your spray tan.