Nickelboobs

One evening Arbourman and I were drunkenly yelling at the television when we stumbled on pissed and shouty gold.

A Nickelback concert. Again, let me tell you the tale of this momentus, erm, moment through the power of shitty mobile photos:

WUT?

I’ll start you off with something tame. What is that on her head? Does she think she’s Mel Gibson in that movie ‘Signs’?  Is she going to call me Sugartits  and demand I just fucking smile and blow her because she deserves it? If the aliens were smart enough to build a fucking spaceship wouldn’t they have been smart enough to a bit of research and find out the planet they plan to invade is, oh I don’t know, 70% covered with the very thing that kills them? This photo and that movie, so many questions..

Nice... beads?

I like to think her dad is the one a few rows ahead using his metal-hand to keep a bit of his slutty daughters nipple under wraps. Because that’s what dads do? I blame my dad not being alive for my rampant ‘Spring-breaking’. What’s your excuse?

We decided this was a mother-daughter tag-team act

Yeeeeah, wave your hands in the air like you just don’t care (about your sense of self-worth or the fact you paid for a Nickelback concert)

Again, I blame a lack of a strong male role model for this.

Cowboy hat with sunglasses on top, titty beads, nipple piercings - potential boyfriends take a ticket and line up (for castration for the good of the human race).

I have nothing to add..

Frigid

Does she not know the RULES? If you’re going to be on someones shoulders then the rules specifically state you gotta flash your chesticles at the band. Pfffft, rookie mistake.

I am astonished this many people are willing to publicly admit their love for Nickelback

Here we will play a little game of Where’s Wally’s Wahwahs. Found them? Good For You, you go treat yo’self. And yes, I did have to google another name for breasts that starts with W, because I care.

This seems like a lot of effort for what essentially looks awkward and not very pleasurable

Did I mention how drunk we were? When we saw this, it was agreed we’d accidentally drank ourselves to death and had gone to heaven. Or hell. Hard to tell really.

Three thumbs/fingers up!

At least Chad Kroeger seemed enthused by the quantity if not quality of the girls gone wild attending his show. And if I’m honest, we had a fucking blast watching the hilarity that is a Nickelback concert.

Egh, I had to google him to find out his name and this appeared

GAH! Kill my eyes with fire!

And now you’ve seen it, a problem shared is  problem halved and all that right? You’re welcome.