Punk spike jackets serve exactly the same purpose as coyote vests on a chihuahua. Sensitive little punk needs spikes between him and potential predators (strangers talking to him, he has social anxiety)
This is exactly what you look like in your battle jackets:
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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.
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I’m just a tired lil’ homo this morning 🥱
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WOW! I LOVE GOLD!!! I think that her dress on any of us would make us look great. Would you wear this dress? I know I would!
I would love to dress with her! Take her to a very crowded tech night club in San Francisco.. very close ..closer darling..oh so close.. as my hand slips up her...... No!! not with all those people on the dance floor.. I'm so bad. Can't take me anywhere. I bet she gives a great...... advise on fashion...ha .. what did you think I was going to say?
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no bc I NEED the button up shirts and oversize sweaters. to be gay. do you understand
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Chris looked outside at the chaos below in search of its cause. Whatever presented itself here was big… really big. Like BIG, BIG.
Well, it was a good thing his thong was tiny. Perhaps it might help balance things out. Gay fashion always did thrive on size differences and exaggerated proportions.
Whatever it was, it was what it was, and what that was Chris didn’t know.
The people below sure seemed pretty clued in tho…
What Chris needed was more back up …but could he wear more than one thong? The thought consumed him. This second thong thing was a first.
Wait …no. No it wasn’t. He and his equally hot boyfriend Brad did that all the time when dancing. More layers meant more tips as they poured in every time something was taken off. So then what the f was this whole fiasco below all about?!?
Chris found himself more frustrated than ever. He was either at the cusp of figuring it out or really really horny and just not aware of its manifestation…
Well… the whole thing blew over a few minutes later when Brad came in the room. He was already stirred up by some random exhibitionist that was live streaming and didn’t know it. He almost felt bad for the guy but he was just too hot to let that in. Brad needed to go in for this one so he did.
Chris wouldn’t make the connection until grilling extra plump double jumbo hot dogs on their balcony the following St Patrick’s Day.
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