Two 22 y/o gay models in love. One goofy, one off. Neither ever the same guy. Both always awash with heavenly bodies and handsome faces they can't see for themselves living in a world impossible for them to blend in. Find their misadventures here.
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Brad Dried In Cold And Washed With Lint.
Brad dried in cold and washed with lint.
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Brad was about to take a selfie when he realized he was on lunch. Oh gosh. Was it WORK or WERK? Brad didn’t know.
Until Chris’ lecture about heterosexuals, he didn’t even think WORK was a real word. It still looked funny. Not funny ha ha either. More like an EWWWW! Yeah. That kinda funny.
Apparently, it’s written in lowercase letters as well. Double EWWWW!!! He def wasn’t there yet, but Brad knew one day with tons of effort by other people it may just be possible. Social efficiency was still underground. The trees were smart to live there so he did too.
Brad then looked at the selfie and the clock. 1:30pm on the dot. He typed “WEEERRQQ!!!!!” & hit send. Suddenly, he was feeling statuesque.
Boxed lunch.
Mermaid or Merman or anything in between, Chris didn’t care. It looked like Brad was growing scales.
Chris never actually played on the team. He just liked wearing the uniform. For whatever reason, no one ever questioned it. So he carried on with that fine ass of his. You go Chris!
Brad swore he heard a dog whistle.
Looking back, Chris was looking forward. He was also looking good. Wait. Was the man in the mirror even him? The name on his underwear had more than four letters. He could count but couldn’t always read well. Chris never called himself illiterate. He wasn’t sick. His teachers were for passing him all the way through the 8th grade. Bloody hell.
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