Let's try and be a little more obvious.

I took a photo of this critter club in Daytona a few years back. F.A.R.M. Fathers Against Rap Music.   OK, despite being racist or not, this bold club title clearly lets the general public know what your daughter is or was up to. If it was me, I would just have a Klansman with a swazi dunce hat and be called the White Pirates or some shit. The awesome thing is the late 80's/ early 90's era hip hop center patch dude wearing the iron cross hoodie. Fathers shouldn't be against rap music, they should be against vampires. Wu Tang.

I was so wasted......

I was so wasted 
I was a hippie 
I was a burnout 
I was a dropout I was out of my head 
I was a surfer 
I had a skateboard 
I was so heavy man, I lived on the strand 
I was so wasted 
I was so fucked up 
I was so messed up 
I was so screwed up I was out of my head 
I was so jacked up 
I was so drunk up 
I was so knocked out, I was out of my head 
I was so wasted 
I was wasted.

Whoops!

Swazi Hair.

Mom wouldn't drop her off at the Skrewdriver show and she's pissed.

Oi, Oi.

That flame skull tat definitely makes this fellow look tougher. Nice weapon choice.