Public Courtesy............
Discussion
.......some people have none!
To the tracksuit wearing chavvy cun.t sat behind me with his chavvy spawn of satan offspring last night in the cinema. Did you see that family in front of you with the three kids? Well that was me, did you notice my children sat quietly and well behaved not pissing everybody off? No, probably not, firstly because you were too socially inept to care and secondly BECAUSE THEY WEREN'T DRAWING ANY ATTENTION TO THEMSELVES!!!!
Your burberry wearing income generating offspring kicked the s
t out of the back of my chair all fking night, I want to find out where you live so that on his eighteenth birthday I can do the same to his fking face, you knew he was doing it because I turned and glared at you both, did you think to stop him, did you fk. Mind you he probably couldn't help it as looking at you he was probably tweeking his tits off due to being a heroine junkie before birth.
Did you see or notice all the clean people tutting and glaring at you as you held a normal conversation with junior halfway through the film, they are the public, out to have a good time....most of them with money they earned, not sponged off the state like you, they don't expect to have it ruined by social tumours like you and your foul unwashed little sidekick.
Even my seven year old son commented on your childs behaviour, and for the record use of the language you were using to a child of that age is totally unacceptable, especially within earshot of other people who actually give a fk about raising normal kids.
What sort of inbred oxygen thief can't last the duration of a cinema visit without having to sneak off outside for a cig, as everybody is aware because when you returned after disturbing everybody for a second time you explained as such at normal volume to Wayne junior who you had abandoned and was worried about where you were. No doubt it was a roll up made with tobacco that had been marinated overnight in methadone.
Do the world a favour and throw yourself under a train, and by the way, shoes with tracksuit bottoms tucked in your socks just makes you look like a pissflap.
And breathe.
To the tracksuit wearing chavvy cun.t sat behind me with his chavvy spawn of satan offspring last night in the cinema. Did you see that family in front of you with the three kids? Well that was me, did you notice my children sat quietly and well behaved not pissing everybody off? No, probably not, firstly because you were too socially inept to care and secondly BECAUSE THEY WEREN'T DRAWING ANY ATTENTION TO THEMSELVES!!!!
Your burberry wearing income generating offspring kicked the s
t out of the back of my chair all fking night, I want to find out where you live so that on his eighteenth birthday I can do the same to his fking face, you knew he was doing it because I turned and glared at you both, did you think to stop him, did you fk. Mind you he probably couldn't help it as looking at you he was probably tweeking his tits off due to being a heroine junkie before birth.Did you see or notice all the clean people tutting and glaring at you as you held a normal conversation with junior halfway through the film, they are the public, out to have a good time....most of them with money they earned, not sponged off the state like you, they don't expect to have it ruined by social tumours like you and your foul unwashed little sidekick.
Even my seven year old son commented on your childs behaviour, and for the record use of the language you were using to a child of that age is totally unacceptable, especially within earshot of other people who actually give a f
k about raising normal kids.What sort of inbred oxygen thief can't last the duration of a cinema visit without having to sneak off outside for a cig, as everybody is aware because when you returned after disturbing everybody for a second time you explained as such at normal volume to Wayne junior who you had abandoned and was worried about where you were. No doubt it was a roll up made with tobacco that had been marinated overnight in methadone.
Do the world a favour and throw yourself under a train, and by the way, shoes with tracksuit bottoms tucked in your socks just makes you look like a pissflap.
And breathe.
Probably from the same toxic pond as the two little chav offsprings that started helping themselves with their bare hands to food in the salad counter at my local Sainsburys the other day. The fat waddling greasy lump of a mother didn't look remotely phased at their actions either...
Project 644 said:
alliray said:
..... for the record use of the language you were using to a child of that age is totally unacceptable, especially within earshot of other people who actually give a fk about raising normal kids.
k about raising normal kids.
7/10. More swearing needed.
Are you saying there's a niche for a cinema that has a sign outside reading, "No chavs"? Perhaps NI numbers can be taken on the door. If you're in receipt of anything other than child benefits (and possibly disability benefits; the entrance will be just beyond an assault course... if you complete the assault course and are claiming disability benefits, you're thrown out; proper disabled people who fail to complete it get let in the side entrance - I try to think of everything, y'know), you're not allowed in?
I knew there was a reason I avoided cinemas.ShadownINja said:
Are you saying there's a niche for a cinema that has a sign outside reading, "No chavs"? Perhaps NI numbers can be taken on the door. If you're in receipt of anything other than child benefits (and possibly disability benefits; the entrance will be PROTECTED BY SNIPERS... if you ATTEMPT TO ENTER and are claiming disability benefits, you're SHOT!; proper disabled people who fail to complete it get let in the side entrance - I try to think of everything, y'know), you're not allowed in?
alliray said:
ShadownINja said:
Are you saying there's a niche for a cinema that has a sign outside reading, "No chavs"? Perhaps NI numbers can be taken on the door. If you're in receipt of anything other than child benefits (and possibly disability benefits; the entrance will be PROTECTED BY SNIPERS... if you ATTEMPT TO ENTER and are claiming disability benefits, you're SHOT!; proper disabled people who fail to complete it get let in the side entrance - I try to think of everything, y'know), you're not allowed in?
lost in espace said:
May I suggest using bitorrents and a suitable player for your tv, thus avoiding the cost of popcorn and fizzy drinks.
Thus also negating the action of actually GOING OUT!Not everybody is aggro....agoro....aggora.......scared of going outside!
Plus, how else are you supposed to laugh at the dirty poor people?
Shadowninja, with reference to your cinema, if you build it they will come!
alliray said:
Plus, how else are you supposed to laugh at the dirty poor people?
Best not to get too close to such people when they are uncaged, waiting at bus stops.
Edited by V8mate on Saturday 17th October 12:31
V8mate said:
alliray said:
Plus, how else are you supposed to laugh at the dirty poor people?
Best not to get too close to such people when they are uncaged, waiting at bus stops.
Edited by V8mate on Saturday 17th October 12:31
The last time I went to the cinema, which admitedly was around 5 years ago, there were some teenagers larking around, chatting etc somewhere behind us. The staff asked them to behave they didn't.
So the staff stopped the fiilm and escorted them out of the cinema, to a large amount of clapping from the remaining customers!
So the staff stopped the fiilm and escorted them out of the cinema, to a large amount of clapping from the remaining customers!
Next time, rather than glaring and tut-tutting, why not open your mouth and speak up. If somebody did I'm pretty certain the other offended cinema-goers would back you up.
You have every right to enjoy the movie you've paid for. Unlike the scum who've paid for it with our taxes.
You have every right to enjoy the movie you've paid for. Unlike the scum who've paid for it with our taxes.
Edited by Pints on Saturday 17th October 12:47
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