3 guys, a girl, and a house with no furniture or outcroppings of any kind

Hello once again ya'll. I've spent the last two days pondering something and I've finally decided to write about it. I'm not exactly sure where this rant will go but I'm pretty sure its gonna be rather sexually explicit and probably not for the close minded. Remember Jimbob, it's only skin. So if you are offended by these type things then why the fuck im sending this to you is beyond me. So here I go. Hope you enjoy it.

*NOTE: i just finished this and decided to split it into two parts. this part is okay for anyone to read and is mostly just story. part two is almost all rant and is more explicit.

Thursday night I went and saw Nickleback. I've seen them before and they were very good in concert. Me, my wife Stacey, a friend of mine Craig, and his girlfriend Amber all went. On the way there craig drove. The other three of us were drinking and at about Squarelake and I-75 we ran out. Traffic is always bad there and that night was no exception. As traffic slowed down I jumped out of the car while Craig popped the trunk. I hoped into the trunk where we had previously filled a cooler with drinks and ice. I got the three of us round two, closed the cooler, and jumped off. About a millisecond before I hit the ground it occured to me that the car was still moving. Oops. I proceeded to fall flat on my face as my legs stopped moving and the rest of my body kept going the same speed as the car. I dropped two bottles in the process but managed to save my own. One of the bottles was spewing and frothing out the sides and top but the other was okay. Two outta three aint bad. I picked the good bottle up and ran with the two bottles back up to the car all the while being honked at by the suv behind me that now had to avoid driving over a broken bottle. Next time I think I'll try to catch myself with the palms of my hands instead of my knuckles which are currently shaved off in places.

Eventually we made it to the concert. It was a Pine Knob or DTE whatever the hell you wanna call it. We parked in the front parking lot and proceeeded to defile ourselves. It wasnt long before the county sheriff came by in an unmarked car and told us the the DTE was getting pissed about people drinking in the parking lot and becuase they have a liquor license they can stop it. I guess it works like having taxes and retail sales permits but thats another story. Anyways, the guy was really cool about saying that he wouldnt pay $7.00 for a beer either. He asked us if we could make this our last one and we said no problem. An hour and several drinks later we were still on out "last one." I had just finished one when a guy came up to me and gave me a ticket for not having a drink in my hand. And then he gave lotsa nuts stickers and asked for a donation to some childrens thing. I gave him 5 bucks only becuase he was a very nutz person. possibly even AG quality if he had been properly trained. After that I had to pee so I walked a little ways into the woods near the parking lot, found a big oak, and watered it. It was then that I noticed a used tampon and wraper on the ground and came to the realization that no matter how hard they try women will never be as one with nature.

We finally went into the concert. Clutch opened up. They were great. A band with some very original ideas that I dont think has ever gotten the credit they deserve. Rooster was before them but we just caught the same goodbye when we walked in. I don't know who they are or if they are any good. After a while Nickleback came on stage. They were awesome. Fuck you BC. They had lotsa pyrotechnics, a hard on for any AG. And there was a big eyeball behind them. They really perfromed well and continusly ranted about the Red Wings. One of the guys is a big fan and wore a Red Wings cap when they were playing in South Carolina. He said the were getting booed off the stage for it. Go Wings. At some point me and Amber went to go buy drinks. At this time me and Craig were still pretty sober. The ladies however, were not. This is were I really got to know Amber cuz we talked a lot while we were waiting in line. And for those of you who know me better, you know that all conversations turn to sex or death with me. This was no exception. Sex. We got to talking about how much she liked to give head and how she would train my wife to like it too if they spent more time together. And eventually she confided in me that she had once did three guys at the same time. She was drunk. I love drunk people. normally someone saying something like this would go to the top of the cue and wouldnt leave for a couple of days. This time it got pushed to the bottom. She started talking about regretting it and I went into my "never regret anything you've done but only that which you haven't" rant. We returned to the concert and enjoyed our drinks. Craig had stopped drinking by this points so as to sober up even more for the drive home. Then when the concert was over we went home. Stacey got outta the car, got down on all fours and proceeded to empty her stomach of everything she had ate or drank that night. Me and Craig went to burger king, got some food, and came back to his house, for food and fucking. We all went to our seperate rooms. Stacey not feeling real well after vomitting wasnt in the mood for sex at all. But Craig got laid and Amber took a shot in the mouth. So cheers for him. I woke up at about 6am got dressed and went to work.

To be continued...