Saturday, September 27, 2008

City and Colour...

...was great except for the douchebags.

The worst offenders...

Coolpix Bitch
Calm down with the cameras kids, you don't need photographic proof of every event in your life. Nor are you a professional photographer with your Nikon Coolpix digital camera. Most of all just stay out of my way if you're insistent on snapping pictures every five seconds. I don't want your fat, sweaty tits on my neck while you're leaning in to get a shot. There's a reason I stand to the side of the crowd sometimes. To get away from people like you.

Blackberry Douche
Also, if you're going to pay the money to get into a concert at least show some interest in the band. This goes out to the obnoxious shits in the back buzzing around the bar talking VERY loudly on their phones the entire time. It doesn't make you seem important. At all. Not even a little bit. I don't care what club your friend is at and I doubt anyone else within earshot of you cares either. Button up your shirt, wash the gel out of your hair and kindly fuck off.

Here's the lesson. Next time you go to a show, don't be these people. it's worse than being "that guy" and if you don't know who "that guy" is... well... you're probably him.

Stop it.

1 comment:

kristin said...

i throw my pabst cans at little cunt whores who text throughout my whole set. little bitches.