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Aug. 14th, 2004
...crap. Ow. It hurt my brain.
Dear guy who brought his four-year-old into an R-rated movie:
Wow. Way to win the Parent of the Year award. Especially when you left him completely alone for a while to, I dunno, go snort more airplane glue in the bathroom or something. You're lucky this movie pulled every single punch it could have, or else your kid would be scarred for life. IDIOT.
Dear people sitting beside us in the theater:
If you want to have a fucking conversation, have it outside of the theater. Also, I got a bit sick of your kid fervently whispering "he's dead! oh, now he's going to die! and this is the part where this guy dies!" throughout the last bit of the movie. Shut him up. Buy a muzzle or something, I don't care. I don't need play-by-plays from what resulted from your not knowing how to use birth control.
Dear people sitting behind us in the theater:
If you're going to be drunkenly laughing at everything even remotely amusing in a movie, might I suggest renting one? That way you don't make me want to smash your faces in. Also, please turn off the fucking cellphone. I don't want to repeatedly hear whatever delightful tune your ringer is set to, while trying to watch a crappy movie.
Dear people sitting in front of us in the theater:
You were okay.
Dear guy who brought his four-year-old into an R-rated movie:
Wow. Way to win the Parent of the Year award. Especially when you left him completely alone for a while to, I dunno, go snort more airplane glue in the bathroom or something. You're lucky this movie pulled every single punch it could have, or else your kid would be scarred for life. IDIOT.
Dear people sitting beside us in the theater:
If you want to have a fucking conversation, have it outside of the theater. Also, I got a bit sick of your kid fervently whispering "he's dead! oh, now he's going to die! and this is the part where this guy dies!" throughout the last bit of the movie. Shut him up. Buy a muzzle or something, I don't care. I don't need play-by-plays from what resulted from your not knowing how to use birth control.
Dear people sitting behind us in the theater:
If you're going to be drunkenly laughing at everything even remotely amusing in a movie, might I suggest renting one? That way you don't make me want to smash your faces in. Also, please turn off the fucking cellphone. I don't want to repeatedly hear whatever delightful tune your ringer is set to, while trying to watch a crappy movie.
Dear people sitting in front of us in the theater:
You were okay.
The Korean version of the AvP site is very, very sad. An example:
Y'know... somehow I think Koreans had a word for "art" BEFORE western civilization noticed them, so maaaaaaaybe they have their OWN WORD you could use? Nah, let's just translate phonetically, that's MUCH easier.
Punks.
Y'know... somehow I think Koreans had a word for "art" BEFORE western civilization noticed them, so maaaaaaaybe they have their OWN WORD you could use? Nah, let's just translate phonetically, that's MUCH easier.
Punks.
