"Well?" Brad looked at his friend Bruce with impatience.

"Well what?" Bruce shot Brad a look of annoyance.

With his body in the shape of a pretzel, Bruce curled in his chair in the living room with his arms folded across his chest and is legs tightly crossed as if he were a high fashion model posing for a fashion magazine photographer. In the way of a jackass not wanting to walk, Bruce returned Brad's stare with unmovable stubbornness.

"What do you mean, well what?" Brad stared at his friend with irritation, before sighing out his question. "Are you coming to the Nude Day beach party or not?"

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