As I sipped my morning java, and checked e-mail at Pavillions at the crack of dawn, the idle chit-chat of a couple of tacky old Queens perched behind me pierced the air.
OMG, Mary!
If you ever catch siight of me in a coffee clatch gossiping alongside a gaggle of tired old drags like that - shoot me - please!
I'd rather die a quick death than a slow long-drawn out tacky one like that!
The way to go!
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