Number Nine, Number Nine, Number Nine
You sat in the front row, texting.
I'm pretty sure your SmartPhone is smarter than your dumb ass.
I was there to see the comedian, not watch your phone light up and buzz when your idiotic friends sent you texts. (And even though I can't imagine what inane crap you were discussing, I couldn't be bothered to lean over and try to read it because I couldn't look past your insanely hyperinflated sense of entitlement.)
You wanna send texts during a performance? Save it for the Harry Potter movie, shithead.
When you're in a comedy club, shut the fuck up and listen.
I don't even care that you were hot. I won't fuck people who are so disrespectful.
Slumgullion
23 hours ago
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As long as the phone didn't ring... if the comedians were more interesting, she wouldn't have had to text!
Yeah, frustrating and rude.
Hmm... someone was a might offended. LOL.
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