Just Another Story About Skeeter Thompson

So we were in Amsterdam and we were staying at this guy Tos's house, good friend of ours. It's kinda in the middle of the City. 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 Tos's, and within a couple weeks he started to live with her and all. I guess she had a lot of money or something, because she was always buying him clothes, and getting him lots of stuff, and loaning him money. He was always going to the coffee shop, and getting the best herb and the best hash, ya' know. He was in good shape. She was good looking and she was pretty cool. I don't think we'd ever met her before. She had other boyfriends I suppose. So I am sitting on the couch at Tos's apartment, reading Maximum Rock-n-Roll, Flipside, or one of those punk things, and I heard Skeeter come in. He came in and he had all these really nice clothes on, she bought him all this stuff, she like bought him cologne ya know? He was really, really smelling good ya' know? He looked good too. He comes in and puts his herb on the table, whatever. I'm just reading my little punk magazine. Not really paying attention, and then 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 lifted up so he's looking at the head of his dick. Kinda pointed it at me, I didn't know what to think. And he says, "Does that look like pus to you?", and I said, "No, I think its lint".