I was trying to enjoy a nice dinner with my boyfriend and his parents the other night, but you and your picnic table of goons insisted on staring at us and making catty faces, rolling eyes and snide comments to each other. I'm sorry we aren't the sun-bleached White twinks you seem to prefer. Lose the attitude, you're over 30. It's time to grow up. And you must wonder why you're all a bunch of old, single queens!
Go back to Starky's and rot there, you assholes.
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