Hi, I'm 12.
Last week I went to see Inglorious Basterds with some friends. When I got to the ticket counter and was in the midst of paying for my ticket... the lady asked to see my ID. WTH?!? Carded for a rated R movie, are you serious? So sad. I'm not even close to being 18...
Movie was great by the way.
Movie was great by the way.
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