Salutations, you inbred fucktards and douchebag bros! That's right, I'm talking to you, ya bunch of bad-mannered bumpkins. I'm the unfortunate soul who has to clean up after you in that popular theater-pup you all love so much. I just wanted to let you know I'm sick and fucking tired of having to clean your disgusting chaw spit out of our pint glasses. For fucks sake, if you absolutely must do that you could easily acquire a disposable cup from one of our lovely concession people and throw it away! Also why is it always wintergreen? It still smells like shit. You disgust me and I hope the mouth cancer takes you.
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