Just Another Story about Skeeter Thompson

So we were in Amsterdam, and we were staying at this guy Tas' house, good friend of ours. Um, it was kinda in the middle of the city, and we were just finished with our second European tour. And everything was going pretty good

Skeeter, he met this girl that lived next door to Tas', and within a couple of weeks he started living with her, you know? And I guess she had a lot of money or something, 'cause she was constantly buying him clothes and getting him lots of stuff and loaning him money, you know? And he was constantly going to the coffee shop, and always getting the best herb and the best hash, you know? He was in good shape. And she was really good looking, she was really cool, and I don't, I don't think he'd ever met her before. But she had, you know, other boyfriends, I suppose

So I'm sitting on the couch, you know, in Tas' apartment, And I'm reading, you know, Maximumrocknroll or Flipside, one of those punk things, and I heard Skeeter come in. And he came in, and he had all these really nice clothes on. She bought him all this stuff, she, like, bought him cologne; he was really really smelling good, you know? He looked good, too. You know, he comes in and he puts his herb on the table and, whatever. I'm just reading my little punk magazine, not really paying attention

And then he says, uh, he says, "Hey Dave." And I look up, and he's standing there with his dick in his hand! And he's kinda got it, like, lifted up, so he's looking at the head of his dick. He kinda pointed it at me, and I didn't know what to think

He said, "Does that look like pus to you?" And I said, "No, I think it's lint."