Gay Day With Clay V: Better than watching the Chiefs!

[Hammock Parties]

**** the Chiefs. You know you want to experience the joy, wonder and sheer magnificence of another Gay Day...with Clay.

Let's go on an adventure. The welcome mat is telling us to go.



As we walk, we come upon this amazing house. Don't you love yellow houses? I'd totally live in this house.



Handsome. This one's for sale, too. I'm kinda sorta house-shopping in KC. I like the windows on this one.



I hope no one thinks I'm a cat burglar, scoping the neighborhood. I saw a little old lady peering at me out her door and she looked none too pleased. I'm obviously dressed like a hobo.



Oh shit! Look at that porch. That's really fabulous. I'd sit out there, barbecue and bitch about Alex Smith. This house is about 120 grand and really cool. I love the tree, too. You are all invited. We can have a big gay day together!



This is my favorite house on the block. It's spectacular. Almost like a mini-castle. I would put a huge, ornate wooden throne on the space over the door and act like a king. Great bushes. Alas, not for sale.



AW SHIT. THREAT DISPLAY. Doggah does not like me looking at houses.



OK, we're nearing our first destination now. Look, another Christmas Hydrant, just like on our last gay day. Ho ho ho, mother****ers! I bet someone saw me taking a picture of a fire hydrant and called the neighborhood watch.



YES! WE'RE HERE! Gay Day V's first spot is jam packed with sweaty, grunting, scantily clad men.



AHH PUSH IT. PUSH PUSH PUSH IT. I'm pretty sure that black guy is checking me out. He's clearly impressed by the massive amount of weight I have racked up on the machine.



Midway through the workout we suffer injury. ****! I hope I don't have to go to the doctor.



We're done here. I'm super (thanks for asking) sweaty, and cool off in front of a convenient fan. The air billows my shorts and blows my hair back. I feel alive.



We begin our trek home. Damn it's hot out here. My shadow is pregnant, and silently I feel ashamed by how fat my reflection is.



Let's cross the street. It's rapey over here. Scary. I hope the neighborhood watch is looking out.



Let's get lunch! Aw shit, they are closed. ****! I really wanted to get a burnt end sammich. Would have been a killer post-workout meal. Alas!



DRY LAND IS NOT A MYTH! I'VE SEEN IT! We're going to Culver's! LET'S GET OUR BURG ON.



In line now. Really nice calves on this MILF. I'd definitely Culv 'er.



IT'S BEAUTIFUUUUUL. This is about 1500 calories. I am going to feel disgusting. But I earned this. Like a big girl.



OM NOM NOM. This is also about 42 grams of protein. Makin' all KINDS of gains over here. All KIIIINDS.



A request was made to "show more skin" in the Gay Day threads. So here's a very risque off-the-shoulder expose. Very clean bathrooms, by the way. A great canvas for me to smear my feces all over!



This concludes Gay Day V. Join us next time...for adventures in car buying and a completely disappointing trip to First Watch.

Previous Episodes of GDWC:

Episode I: Winstead's

Episode II: Taco John's

Episode III: Big Biscuit

Episode IV: Pizza Manifesto

[crazycoffey]

Originally Posted by Simply Red

I have no idea what I did - I always had that font. Look, is it that serious? This last page here has me lost.

It's small on my phone and hard to read, but I'm just trying to be milkmanish, and not donger assholish. Or maybe I have them switched, either way; you're a nice person, and I miss your calls to talk, do your thing, I love you (10% homo max)

It is hard to read on my phone though, and usually I don't read your posts because of it, and that sucks because I like what you say /translation......