Double Dating Douchebags

As stated in my last post, Corned Beef/Mail Order Wife and Cabbage visited this weekend to attend an argumentative concert. At this concert (Goo Goo Dollls / Counting Crows), Corned Beef/M.O.W. watched the concert from the ground, while Greased Cabbage watched from 4th row center. Unfortunately sitting in 1st row center were two couples: The Mom/Son Dry Humpers and Bon Jovi/Juvenile. The Mom incessantly danced like a diseased stripper through the Goo Goo set and half the C.C. set with periods of dry humping by Son. Bon Bon and other were quiet most of the time. Well there came a point where Greased Cabbage couldnt take that shit anymore so things such as tin foil and plastic bottles began to jump from Greased hand at the Dry Humpers. Someone somewhere also called Mom a skanky bitch. Being blonde, Mom got confused and confronted Greased:

Mom: Ya know we're all trying to have a good time here!
Greased: You're not having a good time? Looks like it...
Mom: Not when someone calls me a skanky bitch!
Greased: That wasn't me, but the truth hurts honey!

(Bon Jovi himself confronts Grease)

Bon: You know you called my ex-wife a skanky bitch.
Greased: Didn't know she was your ex-wife, but that wasn't me who yelled that..
Bon: Bullshit dickhead that's my ex-wife!
Greased: You guys have been dancing around like a bunch of assholes for 2 hours blocking everyone's view!

(Bon grabs beer from hand of Greased. Greased pursues Bon to first row, grabs back beer. Cabbage follows)

Greased: Give me my fuckin' beer..Sit the fuck down and stop dancing so people can see the show!
Son: (drunk) I don't know who said skanky bitch..but..they's gettin' ass kicked.
Greased: (to Bon) Listen asshole, we're going to cheers our beers and drink like we're friends right now...got it?
(cheers...drink)
State Cop: What;s going on here?
Bystander Dad: (Pointing to Greased Cabbage) These guys are cool. (Pointing to Mom/Son Dry Humpers and Bon Jovi/Juvenile) Those people are being assholes!
Statey: (To Humpers/Bon) Okay lets go, you're gone.

(Greased Cabbage returns to seats. Crowd roars. Random man from 7th row approaches Greased and offers high five).

That was maybe the most fun I've had at a concert. I'm glad my RA wasn't there. Adios all.