So he other day me and Nick went to Fort-Worth, we planned to chill by the pool all day, but since the weatherman is a lunatic we were forced to ditch that fancy little plan and go do something else instead. So i insisted that we should go to Fort Worth to the art festival, or so it was called. I know how much he hates crowds and crap like that, he still agreed. He said that he wanted to go because i wanted to go... yeah right! Im not buying that shit... I knew that the MMA fights were on that night, so he was just being a little sneaky. Here is the real deal, he just wants me to watch the fights with him later and gonna pull out the art-festival card... Haah, not gonna happen, i aint gonna watch anything bloody on saturday night, forget it!But lets just say, i hated the crowd as much as he did, people were just there for the food, fried food, fried everything. Thats how it seemed. So in 30 minutes we were done, first he wanted to go the cigar shop and then we found a nice rooftop bar. 2pm=MojitoTime!!!
He was smoking his damn cigar and poisoning the kids the next table. And me. I was people watching and overhearing peoples conversations because they were being very damn loud talking about yahoos. Nick said i was a bad peoplewatcher and i could never become a CSI agent. Pssst whatever. I just told him that he smells like beef and cheese... Later I went out with Jamie, and he watched his damn fights.
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