I went to an advance screening of “Pineapple Express” at the Brooklyn Academy of Music (whom I’m fully aware doesn’t have a sign at all like the one in my first panel). They checked everyone’s cell phones and put them into a brown paper bag with an assigned ticket number. Though someone in the front row I noticed got away with their phone, thankfully it didn’t go off during the movie. The movie by the way was freakin’ hilarious and a lot more over the top in a number of ways that I completely wasn’t expecting. So yes, go see it.

But as I entered the theater looking at all those paper bags of cell phones, cameras and such I couldn’t help but think of the last panel of this comic. Don’t ask me what determines the gender of a cell phone I have no idea.


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