This article appears in Jan 1-7, 2009.
7 Pounds
To the indviduals who kicked the back of my theatre seat during the movie 7 Pounds. I think I should apologize first for you witnessing the pointing and teasing I gave to my teary faced partner during those “like clockwork” sad scenes. This sort of teasi
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If you were constantly yapping through a movie I paid to see, I’d probably nail the back of your seat too. Miss the “Shhh!” bit at the start of the film?
If it was that much of a problem, why didn’t you go get one of those pansies that work there. You know the host/usher; idiot that says to stash your trash or not, I forget. I never really listened to them, except this guy name Brent, what a homo. He had the spot light, like a stewards/Flight attendant on a plane, telling people to scootch over and fill the seats where the exits were blah blah blah. I digress. Not that they would do anything. But that is another Bitch.
I might of shot you in the arm.
I might of shot you in the arm.
I HATE when people kick the back of my seat or allow their children to do the same or have some kind of restless leg syndrome so that they are making the back of my seat vibrate. But if you were causing a disturbance, more power to them.
Sounds like you and your sappy partner should have stayed the fuck home. A theater is not your goddamn living room, dumbass. Too bad your kicker didn’t have a jackhammer instead of his foot. People like you are part of the reason why I don’t go to movies.