A whole bunch of faggots, queers, dykes, poofs, carpet munchers, fudge-packers, anus-analysis-amigos, sappho-sausages and all-around sissies and new-age hippy-faggot-types were protesting a STARBUCKS coffee establishment.
They were carrying signs that read damn-near everything. The most notable were signs that said shit like, "stop repressing us fags!" and stuff like, "We're GAY and we're not gonna tolerate your normalcy...despite the fact that our very nature is CONTRADICTORY to nature".
Anyway.
The faggots were doing shit like slapping each others asses with PVC belts and the lesbians were trading flannel shirts as a sign of lesbo-affection, and basically a whole bunch of general grab-assing was going on when the manager of STARBUCKS walked out.
He asked, "Why are all you stupid ass-packers protesting my little shop?"
The crowd went silent. You could only hear the mild rustling of flannel and the din of clove cigarettes falling out of the mouths of the astonished faggots. One queer, a big-moustached one wearing leather pants and a fishnet shirt fainted.
One ass-pirate found his voice, "We're protesting your sign in your window! The one that says 'non-fag latte', you Jesse Helms, you!"
"You stupid faggot!" the manager said, "that sign says NON-FAT LATTE...! I guess faggots can't READ either!!!"
That being said the STARBUCKS manager mowed them all down with a powerful machine gun. He filled the streets with a thick cloud of full-metal-jacketed bullets that no homo, not even a super-homo, could escape.
Then a police officer with cat-heads instead of feet came out, saw the aftermath of the shooting and looked around quietly for a few minutes. The cop with cat-heads for feet cried out, "You MISSED one...!" and he took out his own revolver and shot a pink, leather blob of homo that was desperately trying to high-crawl to safety.
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