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bobby177 wrote:

Also,

I haven't seen 300 yet because I was banned from my cineplex. We had all lined up in front of the theater for about 30 minutes, and then they brought us in. I had to stand right beside these two fat, horse-faced bitches eating each others tongues like they were making a political statement or something. So, like 30 minutes later, we end up shuffling in the theater and these fucking bitches start bitching about having to wait when the movie is about to start, mind you, it was 11 and it was a midnight showing. It turns out they were going to see that stupid Jim Carrey movie 23 and they were missing it. So, the ugliest of the two bitches just exclaims like no one's there "This is the wrong fucking movie!" I just had to do what I did next. I shouted at the top of my lungs "This is SPARTA" and kicked her in the chest, causing her to fall down about 8 steps to the floor. Most were shocked, but about 80% of the theater started to cheer, and I was forcibly thrown out by 2 officers. Charges are going to be pressed against me apparently, but it was worth it.

chittydog wrote:

Are you < 14? Because you sure sound like it.

Anyway, only Fancy can make up stupid stories. Everyone else is just a copycat.

bobby177 wrote:

Also,

I haven't seen 300 yet because I was banned from my cineplex. We had all lined up in front of the theater for about 30 minutes, and then they brought us in. I had to stand right beside these two fat, horse-faced bitches eating each others tongues like they were making a political statement or something. So, like 30 minutes later, we end up shuffling in the theater and these fucking bitches start bitching about having to wait when the movie is about to start, mind you, it was 11 and it was a midnight showing. It turns out they were going to see that stupid Jim Carrey movie 23 and they were missing it. So, the ugliest of the two bitches just exclaims like no one's there "This is the wrong fucking movie!" I just had to do what I did next. I shouted at the top of my lungs "This is SPARTA" and kicked her in the chest, causing her to fall down about 8 steps to the floor. Most were shocked, but about 80% of the theater started to cheer, and I was forcibly thrown out by 2 officers. Charges are going to be pressed against me apparently, but it was worth it.

Last edited by LawJik (2007-03-16 23:36:17)

bobby177 wrote:

Source - /b/

And you know this is better than Fancy's stories

bobby177 wrote:

I just had to do what I did next. I shouted at the top of my lungs "This is SPARTA" and kicked her in the chest, causing her to fall down about 8 steps to the floor. Most were shocked, but about 80% of the theater started to cheer, and I was forcibly thrown out by 2 officers. Charges are going to be pressed against me apparently, but it was worth it.

David.Podedworny wrote:

bobby177 wrote:

I just had to do what I did next. I shouted at the top of my lungs "This is SPARTA" and kicked her in the chest, causing her to fall down about 8 steps to the floor. Most were shocked, but about 80% of the theater started to cheer, and I was forcibly thrown out by 2 officers. Charges are going to be pressed against me apparently, but it was worth it.

+1 I have always wanted to do that to someone. Maybe i'll do it to this bitch in my school? Or this gay kid who keeps harassing me and my friends?(Seriously he follows boys into the bathroom) Or maybe just maybe the asshole busdriver.

ShoopDaWhoop wrote:

bobby177 wrote:

Source - /b/

And you know this is better than Fancy's stories

I was hoping you were gonna say you got it from /b/ cause I was ready to say

"this is copypasta"

lol

Last night I spent £15 on a pizza then I woke up this morning thinking I could of used that to see 300

bobby177 wrote:

On my way home from the University campus today, I was blaring the 300 soundtrack from my shitty Tempo, windows down.

There was a group of chatty sophist bitches; you know the type. Fluffy boots, oranged make-up skin, slightly teased hair, cellphones, bubble gum, and enough lip gloss to glaze a holiday ham.

Returns a King (track 4, for those who are curious) began to play, heralding my approach. These snooty bitches were congregated right in the centre of the parking lot, proving a hindrance to my leaving. The clouds seemed to part, and Zeus himself shone light upon a massive puddle, directly adjacent to said bitches. Time slowed. My wheels seemed to spin in place as I brought my mighty Ford chariot around the bend, as the chorus reached full timbre. A crescendo of sound and screams mingled into one shining moment as a tidal wave of dirty water was brought down upon their ranks. They were bested and shamed, reduced to the true filth that they were beneath their lacquered appearances. Heads turned; onlookers gawked.

My mighty Spartan laughter echoed from within my vehicle as I sped away, roaring in amusement.