So as I've mentioned before, I live in the Castro area of San Francisco. As a single girl living in the City, this area is awesome. Hot, usually shirtless dudes walking around who won't harass you or even think of raping you. If anything they will stop and help you with your groceries and while in your house offer free interior decorating advice and help you organize your wardrobe. Um, hello! Can you say heaven?
Now, looking at the U.S. Davis Cup pictures from Madrid let me tell you, I see crap like this on a daily basis. Hourly, in fact. From my living room window.
Hot sweaty dudes givin' away some sugar.
Dudes bumping tushies. This move is way less gay than the BryBros' leaping chest bump.
Uh, this move and five bucks will get you a handjob in the bathroom at Moby Dick.
Oh, Andy. There's a reason the gays love you.
You know, for a team that's about to get their asses handed to them on Saturday and Sunday (though given these pictures I'm not sure they'd be all opposed to that), they sure are having a fun time.