Busrides home from Summerfest are always entertaining. I think the fight started with provocative dancing, followed by the chanting of, "show your tits!", followed by the chanting of, "fan-ny pack!", interluded by the singing of, "the wheels on the bus", after which led to little playful insults over nothing, finally escalating to shouting, name-calling and fighting. Great entertainment.
I don't wear my bullet belts anymore, really. They don't really go with the polo shirts I wear nowadays, ya know? I tend to dress pretty normal, save for a few obscene and unreadable band shirts occasionally thrown in the mix from time to time. I think I'm getting old or something.