allthingsundead wrote:Mine would have to be when I went to see The Devil's Rejects. Group of three 18 to 19 year old preppy little punks that must have stumbled into the wrong theater cause they couldn't shut their punk ass mouths. They were sitting right behind me and my ex. After about fifteen mins of nonstop chatter I turned around and told them if they both didn't stfu I was gonna rip their tounges out and cut their fingers off so they couldnt say or write who did that to them. They left the theater and I had to find a new girlfriend. Lmao.
lesson being: don't mess with sadistic horror fans and their movies or you may get drug into a scene yourself. :imcrazy:
Oh yeah, how could I forget..The worst, most inconsiderate person I have ever watched a movie with went with me to see Devil's Rejects. I was all excited for the movie, since I had been a fan of all of Zombie's work since 1994, and I had spent months posting every day with my friends at the official board for The Devil's Rejects.By the way, Bill Moseley and Sid Haig were at that board for awhile, and they answered some of our questions. I made some good friends on taht board.I so wish some of those friends lived in the same state as me, and I could have watched Rejects with them instead of my former best friend and my former asshole roommate. First of all, their whorish asses were trying to hook up, we got to the theater, got our seats, and I went to the bathroom before the movie. I came back to a disgusting sight, them kissing and slobbering all over eachother. Ewww..Then, when we actually watched the movie, it seemed that my former roommate was very offended by the level of violence in the movie, I guess it was too real for him ( dumbass shouldn't have bragged about all the disturbing movies he had seen in the past, or I wouldn't have invited his pussy ass), he gave me shit after the movie for liking it, and he gave me shit every time he saw me for the next 3 years for liking Rob Zombie, until he had to move in with me because he lost his job for smoking pott at work (of course that wasn't what he told me before he moved in), believe me, I am kicking my own ass for every putting up with that shit.