Marsupialized wrote:dontfeartheringo wrote:I have found that the quest for the threesome is somewhat like a dog chasing a car. Once he catches it... well, then what?
He lives his whole life thinking 'yeah I caught that fucking car' and looking down upon all the other sorry ass dogs who haven't come close. Even if the car wasn't all that delicious when he got there, he still got there.
Plus I've found that it gives you good jerk off material for the rest of your life, if you ever need it.
OK, well, here's the story:
My first live gig with a real band was when I was 15. I was playing with a mod/punk band and we played at the town's only ghey bar. (It was Columbus, GA. The bar was called The Deep Purple, and it was soooo the only place we could get a gig.) My ex-gf (the girl with whom I lost my virginity, a scant few months before) had ridden with my then-gf in her mom's station wagon. The gig was, of course, horrible, several creepy older gay men tried to get me drunk, nearly succeeding because at 15 I was like "Wow! Beer?? Hell yeah!" but somehow, we loaded all of my drums into the station wagon, got out of there, then put my drums... somewhere... I totally forget where....
and I ended up having sex with both girls in the back of this station wagon. At 15. First live gig with a rock band, first threesome on the same night. Goodbye, Law School. Goodbye, Air Force. (the previous plan[s].) Burned indelibly into my little 15 year old brain was this message:
GUYS WHO PLAY IN ROCK BANDS GET FREE BEER AND GET TO SLEEP WITH TWO GIRLS AT ONCE.
Law school didn't stand a chance after that.
Redline wrote:Not Crap. The sound of death? The sound of FUN! ScrrreeEEEEEEE