A calender? Jeepers. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love me you gay dudes. (Everybody who likes me is in my good book. Narcissistic, doncha’know) But I don’t really have enough pictures to facilitate twelve months of moi. So here’s what you can do. I managed to find this picture of me suntanning. If you really want, print it out and draw a calender on another piece of paper and tape them together.
Jeez. I apologize Quinn if you end up seeing this.