Some people strive with all their energies to become "punk rock" and never quite get it. Others do it with such ease it leaves your head spinning. Take for example, my pal Ferret. For years now, he's been getting shit-faced in shady-ass pool halls, attending every show that comes through town, breaking bottles over naysayers heads, passing out where he pleases and gathering a wicked collection of Skin Farts from around the world. And although he's now well into his 30s, the scrappy little bastard has shown no signs of slowing down! So, we salute you Ferret, and all of your glorious Skin Farts! Shit, we might even rename ourselves Skin Ferret.
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| Ferret circa 2002 |
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| Notice the placement of this punk pig-like thingy over his heart. |
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| Fuck no, he doesn't own a macaw or listen to Jimmy Buffet. He just thought it looked cool, on his forearm. |
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| I can't say enough about this melty tri-faced thingy. |
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| I can hear him now, "Just gimme somethin' punk on my arm, man. I don't give a fuck." |
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| I swear to Christ that the singer in the middle of this awesome back-piece is none other than Ferret himself. |
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| If you look closely you'll see an Asian gangster w/ a smoking gun pointed directly at you. Also, notice the candle burning away below |
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| Ferret circa 2011 |
