Post by "Simply Sexy" Chris Calloway on Nov 4, 2007 15:07:08 GMT -5
A new day dawns, and from his huge bed in LA, rises the muscled man himself, Christopher Tyson Calloway, commonly known by Playgirl and GQ readers as Chris Calloway or C. Cal. Of course Chris was very built in the muscular issue, but not so much in the cerebral issue, appart he was a stereotypical jock, extremely arrogant and womanizing. Not a nice description, but don't trust me, check out how a day in the life of Chris Calloway is
11:45 AM Chris Calloway gets up from his bed and yells.
Johnston!?! Where's my damn breakfast?! I don't want those stinking corn bread ya' buy neither those stinking oats, ya hear me Johnston?
Edgar, the poorly treated butler with even a poorer salary appears there with Chris' meal and the newspaper.
Allright handle me the paper with news.
The newspaper sir?
Yeah that thingy with printed letters. Handle it to me, I want to make the crossword.
Chris gets handled the newspaper
Let's see... Politics? Blah! War on terrorism? Blah! The President sez? Blah!
After several pages are dismissed Chris finally reaches his favourite part
Oh Cool! The comic strip, let's read it... er... Johnston! How is this word called?
"Pendelton" sir.
Right, "Plemmeton" I gotcha. Now let's do the damn crossword, like the saying goes: "Men's anus, Corporal's anus" dunno what that really means, Johnston, handle me a pen.
Chris gets handled a pen and starts the crossword
Animal, 4 legs, starts with a D and has two spaces, I got it! I got it! It's gotta be Duck!
I think it's Dog sir.
Nah nah nah, it's Duck, also I already wrote it, and very correctly I must say.
We can see that Chris wrote "Dug".... Nevertheless after chomping a healthy breakfast, Chris stands up from his bed, gets his clothes on and heads to his private gym
2:30 PM Chris Calloway exits his gym after having worked all his A plus body out, too bad his brain it's still a F minus.
Johnston! Did I got any calls?
Of course Mr. Sir, one from Kiss, one from Erin, one from Jasmine, one from Irene, one from Harriet, one from Jessica...
Alright, alright, ENOUGH! Any INTERESTING calls?
Well Sir if my salary allowed me to buy ear medicine, I would be sure to differenciate interesting calls from boring calls. But Jessica said something about... Pregnancy.
What!? Now that means I'll have to marry her!?
If you are a person of catholic faith Sir I am afraid that the answer is yes.
Ya know I ain't stepped foot in the church since that day I bended an organ pipe. I am gonna to the office, to think how I am gonna get my ass out of this
5:50 PM Chris Calloway is desperately thinking of what to do.
Allright Chris, calm yourself down, if you were a dad what would happen? I would be like Bill Cosby! Oh yeah a new Dr. Huxtable. Haha that would be so good.... But wait! wait! I'd have to wear those horrible sweaters!!!! Over my dead body!
Ah Sir I'd know you wouldn't let banality getting in your future parenthood.
Shut up! witty butlers is the last thing I need now.
Sir I think that with your money and your appeal you can consider deportation
Ya mean deporting Jessica? I don't think she would integrate with all those mexicans
She integrated pretty well in that party you hosted Mr. Calloway
Nah, but's not the same. But I like that idea, I could leave LA without Jessica knowing! The problem is the job thingy
Well Sir If I recall right there is a new wrestling federation in Boston, MA and if I know right, you have good memories from MA.
Oh yeah, I went to Harvard, althought I just played football there, I think that Harvard was something more than a football field. Nevertheless you are right, Boston is pretty away from LA. I could leave and Jessica wouldn't know so she wouldn't ask me fo' cash or paternal stuff.
Shall I prepare the bagage sir?
Ya prepare the stuff, I am leaving today
8:30 PM Chris Calloway is in front of his house the taxi arrives as he puts the luggage inside.
Well Johnston, I am leaving, GCW accepted me with open arms, I think it's time to start a new life. Now I want you to mind my house while I am out, I'll come here sporadically, and if Jess calls tell her I am dead. right?
At your orders sir.
Coo' well I am leaving, cya Johnston
Chris hugs his butler and gets in the taxi
Yo! Let's go to Windy City!
the taxi drives off as Johnston the butler rises his arms in hapiness, he enters the house, takes an expensive drink from Chris bar and sits on his comfy sofa, the phone rings but Johnston refuses to pick it up. Finally a message is post
Chris? It's Jessica, I have thought it better and I'll abort, cya, kisses and take care
Now wasn't that just ironic? Luckily for Mr. Calloway he had left for putting his sleaze ass and his little knowledge in wrestling to test, will GCW mean a new future for him? Or will he still be the same brainless guy he is? All this questions will be answered in December 1st....
11:45 AM Chris Calloway gets up from his bed and yells.
Johnston!?! Where's my damn breakfast?! I don't want those stinking corn bread ya' buy neither those stinking oats, ya hear me Johnston?
Edgar, the poorly treated butler with even a poorer salary appears there with Chris' meal and the newspaper.
Allright handle me the paper with news.
The newspaper sir?
Yeah that thingy with printed letters. Handle it to me, I want to make the crossword.
Chris gets handled the newspaper
Let's see... Politics? Blah! War on terrorism? Blah! The President sez? Blah!
After several pages are dismissed Chris finally reaches his favourite part
Oh Cool! The comic strip, let's read it... er... Johnston! How is this word called?
"Pendelton" sir.
Right, "Plemmeton" I gotcha. Now let's do the damn crossword, like the saying goes: "Men's anus, Corporal's anus" dunno what that really means, Johnston, handle me a pen.
Chris gets handled a pen and starts the crossword
Animal, 4 legs, starts with a D and has two spaces, I got it! I got it! It's gotta be Duck!
I think it's Dog sir.
Nah nah nah, it's Duck, also I already wrote it, and very correctly I must say.
We can see that Chris wrote "Dug".... Nevertheless after chomping a healthy breakfast, Chris stands up from his bed, gets his clothes on and heads to his private gym
2:30 PM Chris Calloway exits his gym after having worked all his A plus body out, too bad his brain it's still a F minus.
Johnston! Did I got any calls?
Of course Mr. Sir, one from Kiss, one from Erin, one from Jasmine, one from Irene, one from Harriet, one from Jessica...
Alright, alright, ENOUGH! Any INTERESTING calls?
Well Sir if my salary allowed me to buy ear medicine, I would be sure to differenciate interesting calls from boring calls. But Jessica said something about... Pregnancy.
What!? Now that means I'll have to marry her!?
If you are a person of catholic faith Sir I am afraid that the answer is yes.
Ya know I ain't stepped foot in the church since that day I bended an organ pipe. I am gonna to the office, to think how I am gonna get my ass out of this
5:50 PM Chris Calloway is desperately thinking of what to do.
Allright Chris, calm yourself down, if you were a dad what would happen? I would be like Bill Cosby! Oh yeah a new Dr. Huxtable. Haha that would be so good.... But wait! wait! I'd have to wear those horrible sweaters!!!! Over my dead body!
Ah Sir I'd know you wouldn't let banality getting in your future parenthood.
Shut up! witty butlers is the last thing I need now.
Sir I think that with your money and your appeal you can consider deportation
Ya mean deporting Jessica? I don't think she would integrate with all those mexicans
She integrated pretty well in that party you hosted Mr. Calloway
Nah, but's not the same. But I like that idea, I could leave LA without Jessica knowing! The problem is the job thingy
Well Sir If I recall right there is a new wrestling federation in Boston, MA and if I know right, you have good memories from MA.
Oh yeah, I went to Harvard, althought I just played football there, I think that Harvard was something more than a football field. Nevertheless you are right, Boston is pretty away from LA. I could leave and Jessica wouldn't know so she wouldn't ask me fo' cash or paternal stuff.
Shall I prepare the bagage sir?
Ya prepare the stuff, I am leaving today
8:30 PM Chris Calloway is in front of his house the taxi arrives as he puts the luggage inside.
Well Johnston, I am leaving, GCW accepted me with open arms, I think it's time to start a new life. Now I want you to mind my house while I am out, I'll come here sporadically, and if Jess calls tell her I am dead. right?
At your orders sir.
Coo' well I am leaving, cya Johnston
Chris hugs his butler and gets in the taxi
Yo! Let's go to Windy City!
the taxi drives off as Johnston the butler rises his arms in hapiness, he enters the house, takes an expensive drink from Chris bar and sits on his comfy sofa, the phone rings but Johnston refuses to pick it up. Finally a message is post
Chris? It's Jessica, I have thought it better and I'll abort, cya, kisses and take care
Now wasn't that just ironic? Luckily for Mr. Calloway he had left for putting his sleaze ass and his little knowledge in wrestling to test, will GCW mean a new future for him? Or will he still be the same brainless guy he is? All this questions will be answered in December 1st....