are Gay Hooligans, as in the ones that live across the street from me with their spike-collared pit bull. These aggitated homos get mad at just about anything.

“Uh, did you just say good afternoon to me, asshole?!”.
Yes, I did. You’re standing in front of my mailbox.

“You cocksuckers are just threatened by our rebel-punk-gayness!”
Sir, I can’t be threatened by camo cargo shorts.

“God dammit, you’re going to make me late for the hummus tasting!”.
Then get off my lawn and stop blasting Avril Lavigne with the door open.

If you haven’t noticed, their house has a “For Sale” sign on it. It’s been a swell 4 months.