Brad And Chris Each Suffered From A Massive Case Of Prune Hands Waiting For The Lava Flow To Cool. Big

Brad and Chris each suffered from a massive case of prune hands waiting for the lava flow to cool. Big Island. Big doozy. The Front Desk would hear about this after they got a local recommendation for Hawaiian BBQ. Now where were their flip flops?

Chris never did blend in.

Was he awake? Brad thought to snap a selfie to find out. Sure enough, Mirror Brad was already up and taking selfies too. This meant he was likely awake too as well also. That's when Chris called again from the kitchen. The flapjacks were ready but they were super sticky.

It didn’t feel slutty to Chris. Maybe the rope was cutting off the circulation. “You can see my abs right? The lighting feels a bit harsh. So glad that tie is out of the way. Why didn’t we just use that for my arms?”

Brad ensured the tie went to good use. We would hear from Chris when the shoot was done.

Chris was digging the up and down horizontal stripe trend. It just made sense.

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Brad felt slighted by Chis’s proclamation for up and down fashion. Maybe it was the only thread of shade on an otherwise perfectly sunny beach throwing him off.

Maybe.

Either way, Brad preferred classic vertical lines that laid themselves out on top of one another sideways like the black and white ones on his swimmers… Brad paused there. For whatever reason Brad wanted to screw Chris in the elevator of the beach parking garage. What floor were they on? Five? Six? It didn’t matter. There was always the emergency brake.

Brad then asked Chris to remind him what the hell they were talking about. He wanted to say blinds but knew that was off. “Was someone playing Aerosmith earlier?”