So we're sitting at a table last night for dinner and next to us were these four broads just prattling on about nothing. They never once stopped talking. They never once actually listened to one another. They were all talking at the same time. And never once did they say anything of substance.
One of them was mildly attractive so I added one bonus point.
I hated them all and wished them harm in the near future.
Whenever four women sit at a table together it should be referred to as a 'cackle of hens'
(four guys at a table is usually referred to as a 'roughhouse of cool')