Late to the party! NOOOO! I have a great one, at least I love it. It involves a love triangle, a nearly blind (and entirely shameless) buffoon, and physical circumstances that are only available when camping.
Basically, a group of my closest friends (mixed group of about 10 guys and 10 ladies) from years past make a yearly trip to the Gorge Amphitheater for a three day music festival. While there you are either camping, or staying in a hotel that is miles away from the venue. We always camp, because it is inappropriate to run around a hotel blackout drunk at 6:30 in the morning. Well two of these friends have some complicated history together, and while they are still pretty close and at least friendly, it is clear that Aaron and Darcie still had some unresolved ...stuff... beneath the surface. Well last year, another of my friends (the nearly blind and shameless buffoon) named Gabe decided to bring an old college buddy of his who he now works with named Chris. Chris and Darcie really hit it off right away, and it simply got to the point where Aaron and everybody else there knew that something was going to happen.
Night two rolls around, and the time has come. Darcie basically takes Chris by the hand and (far less subtly than she would have liked I am sure) led him back to his tent for some alone time. Some of us are having a laugh, but Aaron is clearly upset. That kind of ruined the humor of it for a moment... for a moment. That is all the time it took for the combination of Aaron, Gabe (the buffoon), and Jack Daniels to come up with a plan. Please remember that everyone has been drinking for about 48 hours straight with very little sleep. Inhibitions are no longer a thing.
Gabe at this moment realizes that he is sharing a tent with Chris, and is VERY upset that he can hear what is clearly Chris and Darcie starting to have sex on literally everything he brought with him for this trip. Aaron decided he was not going to miss this chance to end his own suffering. "GET IN THERE!" he yells, louder than any noise I have heard come from a human being before. So loud in fact that everything else stopped. There were no more side conversations, no pouring of drinks, it was all still. "GET IN THERE! What are you waiting for, do it. GET IN THERE!" Then the rest of the campsite picks it up. We hear neighbors chanting "Get in there" like they expected a hand-off to Marshawn Lynch from the one yard line. We seriously must have had over a thousand fellow campers pick up the chant within 10-15 seconds.
Now, a normal person would have simply not gone in there. A normal person would have laughed at the idea and been maybe a little upset at the new stain on their northface jacket. Gabe though, is a buffoon. The best description I can think of for what he looked like is to ask you to imagine a dog that is confused and a little scared that a large group of people are yelling at it to go outside. Eventually the dog will go where you want just to avoid being yelled at any more. Gabe unzipped the door to the tent in one motion and dove into the 3-man tent where his friends were already quite started, face first into the place where Darcies asshole and Chris's balls met. Darcie screamed wrapped herself in a sleeping back and ran to her tent, and Chris just curled up in the fetal position holding his balls for the next 30 minutes. To this day, whenever anyone wants Gabe to do something we just all yell "GET IN THERE!"
TL:DR - My friend Gabe literally stuck his nose into other peoples business.