Tfw Robert secretly hands you the Kinoplex bingo which lets you skip the designated shooting

>tfw Robert secretly hands you the Kinoplex bingo which lets you skip the designated shooting

COME ON

>tfw you try to make a good bingo but no one responds with any ideas

rrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeply please

>no "What did he mean by this?" square
>no "Was it autism?" square
>no "Based pusy poster" square
>no Jamie Lee Curtis square
>no electrical infetterance square

WEAK

adding those, gib more suggestions

Penis inspections are not a joke

Don't add any of those, none of those are related to theaters.

Add something about falcons

like what?

Then gib some elated to theaters.

something about anvils, too little/much butter/salt, black women hollaring, stacy on her phone, kid kicking your seat, getting moved to the "virgin row", sneaking in with a no singles policy

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>tfw sent to popcorn mines

Somebody's vaping/smoking
Can smell hard alcohol/flask opens
Floors not sufficiently sticky
Seats don't have that weird smell

more

>Arrive at the theater by myself
>ticket lady hands me my ticket and charges me 50% tax for buying single ticket
>whispers in my ear "you're the designated shooter today"
>Panic because I forgot to bring my hand gun
>Quietly go to the gun dispenser, next to the gummy bear one
>Shit, only have like $200, I guess I'll buy that little gun that shots .22 or something
>Only enough money left for a couple of boxes worth of ammo
>go to the ticket inspector, pass
>go to the penis inspector, almost fail because I didn't shave but I told them my falcon ate the razor. phew.
>Finally at the movie hall, it's dance number day so we have to do the thriller dance
>Luckily I'm just a background zombie and nobody notices my shit dance
>8:00pm Movie about to start, we just have to wait for half an hour of ads
>8:31 movie starts finally
>about half hour in, realize its a shit movie and leave
>go to the cinema showers to relax
>somebody stole my shampoo, use the one they give you there. My hair will be stiff all day ugh.
>change and leave for home
>midway realize I didn't shoot any one
>Panic again
>Run back but realize I have the neck collar that explodes if you enter with out paying
>Use the emergency exit
>start reloading my .22
>scream "S-SHOOTY M-MURDER TIME!"
>every one stands up and start clapping, some are mad at me for arriving late to kill them and giving me eyes
>h-here we go! plink-plank-plunk
>Everyone just standing there looking at each other like WTF?
>Forgot that everyone in america is immune to .22 already because all the shooting and I had to use at least 7.92mm
>get arrested for failed mass shooting
>Police need to bring a designated shooter from another room
>mfw

improved, suggest more

It should be "suck off robert to prove you're straight"

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a black reacting loudly to the movie
>OHHH DAMN
women complains about the sexism and misogyny in the movie
fat guy blocking your view
cute girl looks at you and laughs
cashier bantering with the customer and you are stuck in the line

lane calls you creepy

>muh robert
>muh lane stop forcing this shit

But that's not in the spirit of a kinoplex

The only forcing here is Robert's member into your boipussy. Unless you'd prefer extra butter.

Can someone explain the falcon meme to me.

Bring your falcon to bypass NSP

>All showers are occupied

>no "manlet pit"

BUMP BUMP BUMP

REEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU FUCKERS

somebody braaps loudly

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It's just three more spots, suggest something.

what's the purpose of this bingo exactly? When will it ever be used?

It's for you

>No mention of the drummers zone
When are they gonna end this drummer discrimination, I just want to play my bongo while I watch planet of the apes

Stop trying to force your shit