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A young punk gets on the cross-town bus

A young punk gets on the cross-town bus. He’s got spiked, multicolouredhair that’s green, purple and orange. His clothes are a tattered mix ofleather rags. His legs are bare and he’s wearing worn-out shoes. His entire face and body are riddled with pierced jewellery and his earringare big, bright feathers. He sits down in the only vacant seat, directlyacross from an old man who glares at him for the next ten miles. Finally, the punk gets self-conscious and barks at the old man: „What areyou looking at you old fart…didn’t you ever do anything wild when you wereyoung?“ Without missing a beat, the old man replies: „Yeah, back when I was youngand in the Navy I got really drunk one night in Singapore and had sex witha parrot…. I thought maybe you were my son.“

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