Man, what happened to punk music? Wasn't punk music about hating, screaming, alchohol and drug abuse, and not giving a shit. Now punk music is down to four whiney little bitches from Orange County who wear eye shadow, earrings, and black cloths, and cry like little pussies about love. I want you to stab a bird, and set it on fire, while you drown in your vomit. I don't give a crap about some chick you met at Del Taco at the Irvine Mall. Quit being such a fag, and scream at me! I want you to fucking scream at me you pussy! You are making the Sex Pistols feel like their contribution is pointless. Scream at me pussy!