My cousin Dayna lives in Denver and has a blog. She is a fabulous writer and consistently entertains me with all of her posts. Since my life is completely uninteresting at the moment, I invite you to look at her blog, where you will find the humor you were hoping to find here.
You can thank me later.
I found this online and think it’s just classic. Apparently this chick was asked to stop texting during the movie twice. On the third time, she kicked her out and wouldn’t refund her, as per the house rules.
She went on to leave them a profanity-laced voicemail, which I’m sure was fueled by a little liquid courage (although, does she even sound old enough to drink? Just sayin’…) and in turn, the theater created a PSA that is shown before all (R-rated) movies now, featuring the transcription of her rant. Below is the clean version:
I don’t know what I did before YouTube. Seriously. I really don’t.
This exchange occurred on Facebook (obvi) last night and I giggled because this convo makes me realize that somethings never change and I’m quite all right with that.
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And for your listening pleasure:
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