*whisper, whisper*

Last night I had the pleasure of seeing No Country For Old Men with my parents. Unfortunately, my dad invited his friend Patrick along. Now, this man is probably the most obnoxious person on the face of the earth. Not only does he continually hit on me in front of my father, but he simply does not know how to shut up. He felt it necessary to make comments after every murder, every line. Now, I’m the type of person who is bothered with particularly loud laughter during movies, let alone entire conversations.

Why on earth do people think that the theater is their living room? They need to learn how to shut the fuck up, and let people enjoy their movie-going experience in peace. If you are one of these people, please do not take offense. Reform your ways, and you may survive the hatred of the lynch mob. Maybe.

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