A Priest and a Rabbi walk into a bar.
The bartender asks, "either of you know how to starve a punk?"
The Priest looks at the Rabbi, the Rabbi looks back.
They both shrug.
"Hide his food stamps under his work boots!"
If a Punk and a Skin are in the back of a car, who's in front?
A cop.
A young punker gets on the cross-town bus.
He's got spiked, multicolored hair that's green, purple, and orange.
His clothes are a tattered mix of leather and rags.
His legs are bare and he's without shoes.
His entire face and body are riddled with piercings and his earrings are big, bright feathers.
He sits down in the only vacant seat, directly across from an old man who just stares at him for the next ten miles.
Finally, the punk barks at the old man, "What are you looking at me you old fart? 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 I f--ked a parrot.
I thought maybe you were my son."
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