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| q: how many goths does it take to change a lightbulb? a: one. they're all alone. or. . .none. they like to sit in the dark. or. . .one hundred. one to put the new one in and drop the old one on the ground, and 99 to slit their wrists on the broken glass. 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 mess 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 seet, directly across from an old man who just glares at him for the next ten miles. finally the punk gets self-conscious and barks at the old man, "what are you looking at old fart? didn't you ever do anything wild when you were young?" withoug 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 screwed a parrot. i thought maybe you were my son." a punk, a skin and a mod walk into a bar. the bartender hands each of them a beer with a fly in it. the mod turns the beer away. the punk just drinks the beer in spite of the fly. the skin grabs the fly by the wings and yells, "spit it out! spit it out you b-----d!" q: how many goths does it take to screw in a lightbulb? a: two. one to do the work and one to tell her how goth she is for doing it. q: how do you hide money from a hippie? a: hide it under the soap. q: how many goths does it take to change a lightbulb? a: none, they all light candles. << back |