The Tale That Wasn't A Tale!(Part 1)

Where to begin? In order to tell this story you need to know the characters. My brother Adam just got back from afghanistan and The thing about Adam is that he is Funny, Like seriously funny. Out of the four of us Adam is the funny one and not in the witty way that I try for, in that completely natural way like it comes effortlessly. So he invites me to go to a Georgia game with him. Besides being funny he is a die hard fan and those two thing pretty much sum up Adam. So he invites a few more people to go. My brother Jordan is back in town from his job in south carolina where he does....Well I dont really know what he does. Jordan is kind of funny to in a the Rude A Hole way that somehow makes him a hit with women. So ofcourse he is going with us. Then there is my cousin Mike who is somehow a perfect mix of wanna be gangster white kid and red neck who always wears cammo. Then there is Dustin who is the sober and reliable person in the group. Dont get confuse though Dustin was at times the funniest person in the group. Of course there is also me but I dont really like talking about myself(You have a blog where you constantly talk about yourself. Even this story is about you ya dumb Mo.....) anyways we left Darien at mid day on are epic quest for entertainment.......and for my rowdy brothers Bar Wenches(Why are you talking in a mideval dialect?) So we were on the rode and our trip could only be halted by ocasional pee/snack breaks. Jokes went every where from crapy pick up lines, what Adam had on his Ipod, What Mike had on his Ipod, What the rest of us had to say about what they had on there Ipods, Its always sunny in philadelphia, and some rather original locker room talk(I dont think thats a very appropriate name I mean who wants to have a serious discussion in when there with another group of dudes and half naked?) We got to Athens and..........To be continued(I dont feel like typing anymore right now.)