Gay Day With Clay IV: Pizza Adventure!

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Apparently this is where my pizza is coming from. The people working are very nice and let me take pictures.



They ask me if "this is for a blog." I say yes. Technically I have the longest-running blog about Kansas City on the internet. I am unimpressed with the mediocre amount of cheese being placed on my pizza.



The employees give me a free cup of ice for my soda! I love getting free stuff. Very nice of them. They ring me up (about 10 bucks), and I wait while the pizza cooks. Look at that happy couple. Are they going to have sex later?



While we're sitting here, let's take some creeper pics of the people at Remedy.



Enhance. Wood. I like her pony tail. I bet she's not paying for her lunch today. HAHA. Ha.



Girl you need to work them arms. Also stop eating. Sports bra? Just go to the gym. Or are you "rewarding yourself?" Disgusting.



THE PIZZA IS HERE! IT'S DONE!



Let's go in for my closeup. Pepperoni and Prosciutto.



It's a bit flimsy. Hmm. Let's stuff it in our faces and eat it. It's decent.



Boba, would you care for a slice?



HEY! This douchebag is blocking my creeper view of Remedy.



What kind of person is this? This is incredibly tacky intra-vehicular decor. He probably owns several pairs of camo pants and likes Duck Dynasty. What a rube.



And we're done here. Verdit: Pizza Manifesto is edible, but $10 for that pizza was a ripoff. Needed more cheese, I couldn't even really taste the meat. I'd rather go to Waldo pizza 2 blocks away. Thanks, but no thanks. YOU RUINED THIS GAY DAY. IT'S NO LONGER GAY. IT'S CRAY. CRAY DAY WITH CLAY. DAMMIT.



SELFIE. I'M GRUMPY BECAUSE I ATE MEDIOCRE PIZZA AT PREMIUM PIZZA PRICES. I HAVE A BAND-AID ON MY FINGER BECAUSE I'M HURT BY THIS COURSE OF EVENTS. Actually no, I slammed my finger between a glass and the fridge yesterday, but that's an adventure for another time.



Let's get the hell out of here.



Oh look, a Christmas fire hydrant. It's getting to be that time of year.



Back on my street. We walked 2 miles roundtrip, looked at some shit-tacular cars and ate some shit-tacular pizza. At least we got some exercise, because that was a poor way to spend 1,000 calories.



My spouse welcomes me home. Today was not a logical course of action.




Previous Episodes of GDWC:

Episode I: Winstead's

Episode II: Taco John's

Episode III: Big Biscuit