rifle
06-24-2005, 05:43 PM
A young punker gets on the crosstown bus. He’s got spiked, multicolored hair that’s green, purple, and orange. His clothes are a tattered mix of leather rags. His legs are bare and he’s without shoes. His entire face and body are riddled with pierced jewelry and his earrings are big, bright feathers.
He sits down in the only vacant seat, directly across from an old man who just sits and glares at him for the next 10 miles.
Finally, the punker gets self-conscious and barks at the old man: “What are you looking at, you old geezer? Didn’t you ever do anything wild when you were young?”
Without missing a beat, the old man replies, “Yeah. Back when I was young and in the Navy, I got really drunk one night in Singapore and had sex with a parrot. I thought maybe you were my son.”
He sits down in the only vacant seat, directly across from an old man who just sits and glares at him for the next 10 miles.
Finally, the punker gets self-conscious and barks at the old man: “What are you looking at, you old geezer? Didn’t you ever do anything wild when you were young?”
Without missing a beat, the old man replies, “Yeah. Back when I was young and in the Navy, I got really drunk one night in Singapore and had sex with a parrot. I thought maybe you were my son.”