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Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
I still sneak in chocolate covered raisins and a drink. It actually wounds me to pay theatre prices, so I just don't do it.
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I felt like a total jackass this weekend, smuggling a pair of 20 ounce beers in my shorts. The guy taking tickets could clearly see I was smuggling drinks and probably figured "No use fucking with this red eyed moron in a fishing hat pulled down to his nose." I could barely see where I was walking (I have this theory that if you don't make eye contact with authorities, they'll never catch you doing anything wrong). My wife appropriately called me pathetic when the beer exploded all over my shirt when I opened it.
