I was on the bus when I first drew this out on my sketchbook, and I was just remembering this one dumb cunt nugget who was mean to my best friend when we went out partying for her birthday. Stephanie, my besty of friends, was dancing having fun you know, what we all do when we go dancing- oh wait, nope, I am wrong, not all of us go out thinking about having a good time, at least not this "I am really badass because I have a leather jacket, a mohawk, holes all over my already pretty ugly face and metal things poking out of my outfit" bitch. The "punk" chick spilled beer on Stephanie's shirt, and Stephanie was all like "Hey! yada yada" and the punk chick looked at her birthday pin and made fun of her (I don't remember exactly what happened because I was pretty drunk but she said some mean stuff and kept bumping against Stephanie on purpose all night). Like bitch, is that what you call being a punk? Anarchisms is not synonyms with rude dumb cunt, or at least it's not supposed to! No wonder punkrock is dying out.
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