The skinhead problem continued unabated until a gang of punks called Bunch of Fucking Goofs came to town and hospitalized every skinhead in the city. They didn’t settle with “scaring” the enemy. They broke noses and cracked ribs the same way the skinheads had been doing to all of us for years. And that was the end of the skinheads.
I relayed all this with passionate detail, but when I looked up from my spine-tingling story, I noticed my young pal had stopped listening and was talking to a young lady with spectacular tits. When she wasn’t looking, he gave me a wink and smiled. He had completely forgotten about our argument.
That’s usually how it goes with outraged liberals. They don’t really care. They just want someone to yell at. He went home with her later that night, and although I’m not sure exactly what they did, I know they both slept in a warm, cozy bed in one of the safest places in the world.
