Where I am from a whole lot of french trash street kids are obsessed with punk rock. They do the whole squeegee punk bullshit where they don’t wash, wear old band shirts, have stupid dyed hair, bullet shell belts, cargo pants and high boots and piercings, and they are fucking obsessed with The Exploited.

When I used to go to punk shows, because they were cheap and we were encouraged to puke and piss on each other while high on random drugs, before we’d beat the fuck out of each other at night and smash chairs on each other, only to be best friends latter than night when we went back to squat in some random’s apartment and talk about how much we hate the government and love anarchy, I fucked one of these Old School French punk chicks.

She had half her head shaved, the other half of her head tattooed, she dressed in dirty clothes and a leather jacket with a fucking Exploited patch on the sleeve, was missing a tooth and loved smoking but was really sweet and almost sexy despite me hating girls who live on the street and who smell and look like dirty pieces of shit.

She invited me back to her apartment, that turned out to be one room shit hole filled with 15 other dirty people who were passed out, the place stank, but not enough to ruin our moment. We made love under the plastic sheet she must have stole from a constructions site, our bodies against each other, running my hand thru her full pubic hair because I guess punk’s don’t believe in shaving, and fucked the shit out of her, unfortunately she was a fucking psycho who bit me and punched me and scratched the fuck out of my back, she fucked so hard it pretty much ripped my fucking dick off and worst of all, she was on her fucking period and when I was done, and our moment had faded, I was forced to leave covered in blood because they had no running water for me to use to wash up cuz running water isn’t punk.

Here is Audrina being the short legged, Urban Outfitters, Hollywood well-put together version of that punk chick I once loved before she destroyed me, and the whole thing may scream try hard bitch moochin’ off a scene no one should want to mooch off of, but unfortunately shit brought back memories of a better time that otherwise I would have forgotten cuz it was a long time ago, and for that, I guess I need to thank her….

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Some weird guy who probably reads this site chased Avril Lavigne for a picture. He doesn’t have a heart atttack while she runs from him, and him after her, but it is the reason she should realize she’s not suburban punk rock enough to fend for herself. She’s fucking Hollywood and needs a fucking bodyguard, because there are at least 20 guys out there who are obsessed with her, who think of her as a dream girl and who may even think they are married to her, but she just doesn’t know it yet and they save their disability checks, or minimum wage checks to get down to LA and let her know that they are the one. This shit is hardly scary, dude should have at least tried to grab a tit or finger bang her, she totally overreacts, but that’s just cuz she’s a fluffy little celebrity and not the street punk I know who would bite that fucker’s dick off if he tried to get in her face.

The paparazzi did an honorable job defending her, you know videotaping the shit, instead of telling the motherfucker to back off, because it’s more fun to see creepy guys grab at her than defend them from the creepy dudes, I probably wouldn’t have stepped in, it’s not like Avril would help me if she saw me getting harassed.

The only tragedy in all this is that he didn’t throw her in his fuckin’ van and drive away with her, turning her into some brainwashed sex slave, because I hate her.