Mosh Pit Survival: The only way he would ever go into a mosh-pit is, if he sees a boyfriend-free girl at the other end. He would go down after the first tackle and try to get out of the pit, while people confused it with him moshing as well
Noise Tolerance: He propably would resort to ear-plugs, once he finds out he isn't such a manly man(Remember: Real men have a Tinitus).
Exposure to alcohol/elicit substances: he would buy a Bud and will be pissed off due to the staff denying him a re-fill. I'm pretty sure the only way he would take drugs would be, if somebody would slip something into his Bud or if a chick manipulates him to(Eg. Showing her titts)
Respecting the concertgoers: I think he would be more or less a loner, propably playing 2DS, while the band plays. Maybe he will try to hit on the chick with the gorgous blonde hair, only to find out, after she turns arround, that "she" is actually a 2 meters tall viking named Olaf the Impaler.
I work as a tech-support for a larg printer company(the brand with the X which machines never seem to work, haha) so he should have to call the hot-line for it.
I really dunno how this could be funny, except his excuses for not repairing the damn thing.
"Hmm, yeah, my printeeeeer isn- is not propperly functi-working anymore and I, hmmm, need to print out my new issue of the adventures of Sonichu, which... I... have hand-drawn and coloured myself."
"Sir, I need your name and your serial number."
"Ya'll should know me by now..."
Etc, etc.
Noise Tolerance: He propably would resort to ear-plugs, once he finds out he isn't such a manly man(Remember: Real men have a Tinitus).
Exposure to alcohol/elicit substances: he would buy a Bud and will be pissed off due to the staff denying him a re-fill. I'm pretty sure the only way he would take drugs would be, if somebody would slip something into his Bud or if a chick manipulates him to(Eg. Showing her titts)
Respecting the concertgoers: I think he would be more or less a loner, propably playing 2DS, while the band plays. Maybe he will try to hit on the chick with the gorgous blonde hair, only to find out, after she turns arround, that "she" is actually a 2 meters tall viking named Olaf the Impaler.
I work as a tech-support for a larg printer company(the brand with the X which machines never seem to work, haha) so he should have to call the hot-line for it.
I really dunno how this could be funny, except his excuses for not repairing the damn thing.
"Hmm, yeah, my printeeeeer isn- is not propperly functi-working anymore and I, hmmm, need to print out my new issue of the adventures of Sonichu, which... I... have hand-drawn and coloured myself."
"Sir, I need your name and your serial number."
"Ya'll should know me by now..."
Etc, etc.