Skinbyrd

Mate, it'll be wall to wall fucking skinbyrds the whole weekend. Who wouldn't want a piece of that?

A “skinbyrd” girlfriend watched, yawned, batted a bee away. The boys straddled a bench. Slouching as far as his spine permitted, the brother offered his pallid back to Darrell, who meticulously pricked a swastika into the skin over the guy's shoulder blade with the whining ink gun.