To the dicklick I saw at a concert this weekend, the one wearing the T-Shirt with the Nazi Deaths Head on the back. Surely, you realize the meaning of what you so proudly wear on your back. I must admit, it takes real balls or real stupidity to go out in public with a Deaths Head, a.k.a. a Totenkopf, the symbol of the SS, on your shirt. Maybe you took one too many spills on your motorcycle when you weren’t wearing a helmet. That would be an acceptable defense; you’re a brain damaged Alley Oop. Somehow I don’t think that’s the case. You’re just a stupid white supremacist who likes to jerk off to copies of Mein Kampf. Truth is, we all know the cannon on your Panzer has gone limp. Oh. And Hitler only had one ball.
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