“So thanks for coming with me AJ”
“Yeah sure don’t mention it”
“This means a lot to me”
“I bet it does, but what the hell are we doing?”
“Oh it’s a convention, once we are there. I have a surprise for you!”
“It’s not another one of those computer geek conventions?”
“Fuck no, nothing like that…this one is better”
“I hope so you shit head, cause that day I swear I wanted to cry”
“Your such a fucking baby, it wasn’t that bad. There were women there…”
“Did they count as women, more like girls…hair pulled back, big ass glasses…fucking grandma dresses”
“Dude those are the freaks that come out at night…”
“Yeah and scare the shit out of you with their braces.”
“You’ll like this one, there are going to be women, vehicles, gismos and gadgets…”
“You didn’t even let me get all pimped out”
“Oh man these women don’t care what your wearing”
“Great! They are ugly aren’t they?”
“And you ask yourself why your still single. You are so shallow”
“Whatever! Just tell me what the hell it is man. I’m anxious”
“No, I’ll tell you once we get there damn it”
“Nick…it’s not another Yu-Gi-Oh one, now that was fucking boring”
“No it wasn’t, we were asked to battle.”
“Yeah by twelve year olds, which don’t forget kicked our asses”
“Cause the little bastards cheated, they cheated.”
“No, because they know how to play…anyways we were probably the oldest ones there”
“He…he…yeah one did call you grandpa, must be the receiving hair line.”
“Ha…ha…that’s not fucking funny!”
“So we are almost there are you ready?”
“No. I can’t believe that I’m wearing shorts…”
“Yeah I can’t either, shorts and a sweater…what the hell is up with that?”
“What the fuck do you mean, your wearing an ugly ass beanie”
“So, anything looks good on me. Your warming your arms, but you let the legs suffer the cold”
“What in the hell are you talking about Nick Carter?”
“I’m just saying that…look never mind here, take this box.”
“What’s this for? Now this looks like a jewelry box”
“AJ you always jump to conclusions you jack ass and don’t let me surprise you.”
“Oh no…this is a bridal convention, you know what happened last time.”
“Yeah you made that bride cry, cause you said in what you considered a whisper that she looked fat”
“Wait a minute I didn’t say she looked fat, I said the dress was too puffy”
“Puffy equals fat, AJ”
“Well do you remember that you fell over the chair spilling all the champagne on the whole table of brides.”
“I did but that was an accident. Nothing can go wrong at this one. Ok we are here. Ready?”
“Shit! I hear country music.”
“I know…”
“It smells like horse shit. Nick! That dude is wearing chaps”
“Yup…”
“Hell no…you brought me to a rodeo convention, where they sell chaps, boots, sombreros and saddles”
“Well I thought we could try something new, I mean think of the chaps, boots and rope as accessories for your already odd wardrobe. The saddles and horse shoes as gismos and gadgets”
“What about the ladies?”
“They are over there”
“Hell they are line dancing to Willie Nelson”
“Sexy huh”
“If you say so freak”
“I want to go home now”
“Wait…your missing the best part”
“What you fucking idiot”
“That over there is the vehicle”
“A fucking bull, it’s a real bull, with horns and all. Well you’re the only idiot that would by a bull thinking it‘s a vehicle!”
“I would not.”
“Yes you would”
“Anyways open your box”
“It’s a big ass number.”
“I signed us up. Sorry had to forge your signature”
“What the hell for?”
“We are going to test out that…vehicle. SUPRISE!”
“NICHOLAS GENE CARTER!!!!”
