They were petrified. One night in Queens. Overnight.
Earlier today: "Whether cowards or slackers; no good."
A confrontation presently with "Brophy Brats" going satanic.
Blimey... comes with the territory, and I'm just across.
Vicious sons of bitches, they are: received many complaints.
Over the years, many (some particular) folks, squaques!
Definitely no good; i.e., the confederated papist queerdom.
That's saying something! Good thing it's still a free country.
Have been pestered all day by their minions. Dominatrix idiots.
In Guccis, believe it or not! The brats needed to be clued in:
"Sounds like you boys require baptism. Come on up. Anytime."
Made a move to another venue toward processing shots.
(Have to get done and go watch some hockey with the fellows.)
Beyond me as to why they've gotten so stuck up. Deadly wrong!
It's not beyond me to cognate what their collective problem is.
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