why I dont go to the movies anymore
you should've been at the movies with me the other night. the 400lb hunk of a woman behind me must have just started menstrating b/c i smelled what could have only been a dead, sh!t-covered rat crawled up her filthy pu$$y and died again. Not only was she woolfing down popcorn and nachos by the armful but she was so fat she couldnt close her legs. Wash your rotten crotch you nasty b!tch
I dont know what was worse - the ghetto fab princess who's phone rang every five minutes while she described the movie, in depth, to her caller(s) -OR- the asian couple who stood in front of the snack bar for a fukking half hour deciding whether to get the medium or large popcorn. one word: oblivious
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