hello stranger.
trips trips trips are awesome and friends are awesome. and learning new phrases is awesome. and meeting new friends is awesome. and buying shit no one needs is awesome. my photos are buried somewhere on the scrapbook but i fucked something up and they didn't show.
neither here nor there.
trips are awesome.
but even more awesome?
FUTBOL PLAYERS!
futbol players that hug and do bromantic shit and tweet each other. these boys have more love for each other than mark zuckerberg ever had for wardo. because in this story, i want- i need you out here actually gets heard and he comes back after all.
so this is a bromance post. happy birthday vintage_boom, i know you were too embarrassed to tell me all you wanted was a cesc/pique spam
meet cesc fabregas. handsome overall manboy whose beard is perfection
these days though, he likes going for a more homeless-man-begging-for-change-so-he-can-buy-some-donughts look (more on the doughnuts later)
when he was young he was part of the Baby Dream Team, alongside messi and forever bff pique, where they didnt loose a single game for 5 years straight and won matches 8-0
they lived together at La Masia and probably drank too much soda they would buy from the vending machines with their allowance and played video games and ping pong. in his words, these were the best years of his life.
but as it happens all the time, when they turned 16 some sassy french man came to see cesc and started shoving contracts and shiny checks his way, and with no possibility of breaking into the first team cesc traveled some miles, learned a new language and got a flat in london. (don't think for a moment he was miserable. he went on to become the team captain and while the last silverware to enter the trophy room is dated 2005, his team did good)
"I don't regret going at all," Fábregas has said. "No one wants to leave Barcelona now because everyone gets a chance but when I was there you had to wait so long. And when a professional team offers you a deal at 16 …"
so he got other bromances with other bromantic dudes but always came back to his one true romantic person fable modern day romeo-juliette
he got himself a twitter and let everyone voyeur all over his bff bromance
Cesc: “@3gerardpique I will rectify it when you deserve it and confess in public to everyone that you are a liar. You told me that you would call me in 2 MINUTES yet I’m still waiting for you!”
Cesc: “I went to sleep but the nuisance of @3gerardpique has distracted me. So I will wait here until he asks me for forgiveness… oooohhhhh! moc”
Gerard: “Oooooooohhh!! I want to make @cesc4official wait for a couple of hours so that he cannot have the nap…”
Gerard: “But I will confess how @cesc4official just called me personally to answer the tweet immediately!!”
Gerard: “Despite calling me, he has not shown any interest in asking for my forgiveness or made up for the accusation against me”
Cesc: “hahahahahahaha!!!! @3gerardpique moooooocccccc!!!! double liar!!! I shut the phone off because I would like to sleep so don’t make things up..”
then they trained together (more like they rekindled the bromance) in '08 and then again in '10 when they played for the national team
“The best prank? I remember one we did against Cesc Fàbregas. Here in Spain we have these small bottles of milk. And I went with [Carles] Puyol in the national team, and we took all the milk out and put liquid potatoes, potato purée, inside the bottles. You couldn’t see if it was milk or potato liquid inside because of the label. So Cesc opened the bottle and started to drink the potatoes. He went crazy against me and Puyol! We were laughing so hard for days and days.”
- Gerard Pique
won some whatever trophy called the world cup
cuddled on long plane rides
and got drunk. really drunk
and in some drunken stupor, his bff forever forced a barcelona shirt on him in front of the whole world, letting them know his beloved cesc didnt belong in london but back in barcelona
but cesc didnt leave london. because in london he had his own tv show (courtesy of nike) and an arsenal of kripy kreme donughts
not to mention his very-manly-dog cloe didnt like paella. plus, he didnt know a good photographer in barcelona who would make him art like this
it was finally in the summer of '11 (after 8 years) that he came back to his club and childhood bffs. the Baby Dream Team.
madeout with the barcelona crest a couple of times
scored his first gol with the first team
and lived happily ever after
la fin.
neither here nor there.
trips are awesome.
but even more awesome?
FUTBOL PLAYERS!
futbol players that hug and do bromantic shit and tweet each other. these boys have more love for each other than mark zuckerberg ever had for wardo. because in this story, i want- i need you out here actually gets heard and he comes back after all.
so this is a bromance post. happy birthday vintage_boom, i know you were too embarrassed to tell me all you wanted was a cesc/pique spam
meet cesc fabregas. handsome overall manboy whose beard is perfection
these days though, he likes going for a more homeless-man-begging-for-change-so-he-can-buy-some-donughts look (more on the doughnuts later)
when he was young he was part of the Baby Dream Team, alongside messi and forever bff pique, where they didnt loose a single game for 5 years straight and won matches 8-0
they lived together at La Masia and probably drank too much soda they would buy from the vending machines with their allowance and played video games and ping pong. in his words, these were the best years of his life.
but as it happens all the time, when they turned 16 some sassy french man came to see cesc and started shoving contracts and shiny checks his way, and with no possibility of breaking into the first team cesc traveled some miles, learned a new language and got a flat in london. (don't think for a moment he was miserable. he went on to become the team captain and while the last silverware to enter the trophy room is dated 2005, his team did good)
"I don't regret going at all," Fábregas has said. "No one wants to leave Barcelona now because everyone gets a chance but when I was there you had to wait so long. And when a professional team offers you a deal at 16 …"
so he got other bromances with other bromantic dudes but always came back to his one true romantic person fable modern day romeo-juliette
he got himself a twitter and let everyone voyeur all over his bff bromance
Cesc: “@3gerardpique I will rectify it when you deserve it and confess in public to everyone that you are a liar. You told me that you would call me in 2 MINUTES yet I’m still waiting for you!”
Cesc: “I went to sleep but the nuisance of @3gerardpique has distracted me. So I will wait here until he asks me for forgiveness… oooohhhhh! moc”
Gerard: “Oooooooohhh!! I want to make @cesc4official wait for a couple of hours so that he cannot have the nap…”
Gerard: “But I will confess how @cesc4official just called me personally to answer the tweet immediately!!”
Gerard: “Despite calling me, he has not shown any interest in asking for my forgiveness or made up for the accusation against me”
Cesc: “hahahahahahaha!!!! @3gerardpique moooooocccccc!!!! double liar!!! I shut the phone off because I would like to sleep so don’t make things up..”
then they trained together (more like they rekindled the bromance) in '08 and then again in '10 when they played for the national team
“The best prank? I remember one we did against Cesc Fàbregas. Here in Spain we have these small bottles of milk. And I went with [Carles] Puyol in the national team, and we took all the milk out and put liquid potatoes, potato purée, inside the bottles. You couldn’t see if it was milk or potato liquid inside because of the label. So Cesc opened the bottle and started to drink the potatoes. He went crazy against me and Puyol! We were laughing so hard for days and days.”
- Gerard Pique
won some whatever trophy called the world cup
cuddled on long plane rides
and got drunk. really drunk
and in some drunken stupor, his bff forever forced a barcelona shirt on him in front of the whole world, letting them know his beloved cesc didnt belong in london but back in barcelona
but cesc didnt leave london. because in london he had his own tv show (courtesy of nike) and an arsenal of kripy kreme donughts
not to mention his very-manly-dog cloe didnt like paella. plus, he didnt know a good photographer in barcelona who would make him art like this
it was finally in the summer of '11 (after 8 years) that he came back to his club and childhood bffs. the Baby Dream Team.
madeout with the barcelona crest a couple of times
scored his first gol with the first team
and lived happily ever after
la fin.