Quick Pic: Clay Guida Doesn’t Even Wear a Shirt to Walmart

(“I’d like to see that old greeter try to tell me I can’t come in.”)

We’re starting to think that maybe Clay Guida is allergic to shirts, since it’s rare that we ever see him in one.

In spite of Walmart’s strict, “no shirt, no shoes, no service” rule, the Carpenter recently thumbed his nose at the big box store’s customer dress code policy in Missouri to pick up some supplies for another undoubtedly epic weekend of debauchery in his shaggin’ wagon.

(“I’d like to see that old greeter try to tell me I can’t come in.”)

We’re starting to think that maybe Clay Guida is allergic to shirts, since it’s rare that we ever see him in one.

In spite of Walmart’s strict, “no shirt, no shoes, no service” rule, the Carpenter recently thumbed his nose at the big box store’s customer dress code policy in Missouri to pick up some supplies for another undoubtedly epic weekend of debauchery in his shaggin’ wagon.

Besides chugging girl drinks and hanging out with bevies of scantily-clad women, MMA’s hard-partying version of Spicoli‘s next favorite past time seems to be feeling the sunshine and open air on his chest while he poses for fan photos.