Saturday, July 30, 2011

Craigslist Ads and the New Wave Songs That Love Them #9

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.


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

As long as the phone didn't ring... if the comedians were more interesting, she wouldn't have had to text!

thingy said...

Yeah, frustrating and rude.

Hmm... someone was a might offended. LOL.