well as a youth embracing the emerging Punk scene, i / we did very nasty things, though no kissing squirrels.
One of the primary ones was urinating on each other if we got the chance CUZ the idea was not to get hit by the yellow stream.
During this period i had several pairs of pants ( jeans ) that snapped,,,,, yes they was so stiff and crusty from OMG that eventually they would break.
Often people would leave our vicinity CUZ we smelled that bad.
When i see modern day punks,,,,,,, i laugh a little inside. They do NOT have the right stuff. I look upon them as cosplayers.
I will admit for me it was just a uniform, trying to fit in, once i wore it to school was promptly sent outside of class.
Kept my uniform in a commandeered basement storage room which was common back then in apartment blocks. my better dead than red T shirt was also there CUZ i did not get that to PO my communist father.