So, if we ran into each other in a bar, and I told you two gay-bobs to step outside... You little twits would probably attack the female in the crowd, or just take your cowardliness out on the waitress.
We lower ourselves to the level of our opposition. Only way to deal with y'all.
So, if we ran into each other in a bar, and I told you two gay-bobs to step outside... You little twits would probably attack the female in the crowd, or just take your cowardliness out on the waitress.
Fortunately we never have to worry about meeting up with you in a bar, or anywhere else.