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THE FOUR MURDERERS KILLING AMERICA'S GAYBORHOODS.
Omg hyperbole much?
I link this purely because it brought the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck to my attention. Where is my soft serve, Adrian Fenty?
PS. In regards to the picture at the left, no self-respecting homosexual purveyor of frozen treats would pack so many calories onto an ice cream cone. That potato chip monstrosity represents a good eight hours at the gym and four weeks in near-suicidal self-loathing over the pound you'll gain eating it.
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