Monday, August 29, 2005

The Punk

A young punk got on a cross-town bus.He had spiked, multicolored hair that was green, purple, and orange. His clothes were a tattered mixture of leather rags. His legs were bare and he wasn't wearing any shoes. His entire face and body was riddled with piercings, and he wore a pair of earrings that had big, bright feathers hanging from them.
He sat down in the only vacant seat, directly across from an old man who just glared at him. This went on for about ten miles, and finally the punk got self conscious and barked at the old man.
"What are you looking at you old fart... .didn't you ever do anything wild when you were young?"Without missing a beat, the old man replied:"Yeah. Back when I was young and in the Navy, I got drunk in Singapore and fucked a parrot. I thought maybe you were my son."

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