What, you think it's the 1940s or 50s? That horse left the barn and died of old age 30 years ago at least.
Sadly lj, that is true :/
I still honestly don’t want that cr*p to be within my vision of either me nor my family. What can we do these days? Pretty much, all we can do is stop going to establishments where they hang out.
Every time I see their PDA, I want to kick their teeth in, after I throw up :p
>.<