This is why I never go camping with racist skinheads. After a game of “Old Man and the Bullets” peoples feelings get hurt, then it degenerates into a beef about who ate the last box of Kraft Dinner and inevitably, before you know it the nails come out. Borrrinnnggggg. I just wanna go somewhere without my necktie and all the conference calls and just chilllaaaxxxxxx.
P.S. Who the dickens knew that Nazi Skins tippy-toed so delicately down steps? You learn something every day… every day.

XO PINKY CARNAGE