For nopantsparty and everyone else who has the same sense of humor I do.
Q: What has eight arms and kills its girlfriend?
A: Squid Vicious
Q: What do you call a sick skinhead from Chicago?
A: An Illin’ Oi!
Q: When a punk and a skinhead are in the backseat of a car, who’s driving?
A: A cop.
Q: What’s the difference between a hippie and a trampoline?
A: You take your boots off when you jump on a trampoline.
Q: How many ska punx (or rude boys) does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Ten. One to drop it and nine to say “Pick it up! Pick it up! Pick it up!”
Q: How many riot grrrls does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Two. One to change it, and the other to write a song about how she did it so much better than a man could.
Q: How many skinheads does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Ten. One to change it, and nine to get his back.
Q: How many sXe kids does it take to drink a six pack?
A: One, when none of his friends are looking.
Q: Why do anarchists only drink herbal tea?
A: Because proper-tea is theft.
Q: What’s the symbol for a Canadian anarchist?
A: A circle, eh?
And the one I don’t actually have memorized, but love…
Q: How many Crimethinc kids does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: There were only two of us, wandering listlessly in the night. The city glowed bright in all of its excess. When we stepped foot in that abandoned warehouse, the first thing we saw was the burned out lightbulbs, hanging from the mold-spattered ceiling. It only took us a couple minutes to switch out that vacuum-filled shell. We hadn’t only made a change in the warehouse, but in our hearts. We climbed up to the roof to watch the stars, cars zipping by like ants, oblivious to the beauty that rests above them. When we woke up to the sun-rise we knew, we just fucking knew, we could could change a hell of a lot more than just lightbulbs. (from here)