I remember that I was wearing a Blink 182 t-shirt the first day I met you and I think you wanted to kill me. But then we drank guiness and hit the cans with gold clubs and it was all good. So remember kids, punks, fake punks, and emo kids can all get along thanks to our mutual love of being drunk and hitting innanimate objects.
But then again, I'm never going to another Blink 182 concert again thanks to the 14 year old kids that threaten to kick my ass in line before they turn around and realize i have 2 feet on them