It appears that season one of this series concludes with a dramatic cliffhanger ending. Will the Mad Bomber be caught in the act? Will Richard G. Sells post another notice outing the bomber for public humiliation and condemnation? We can only hope.
Entries from May 2007
May 25th, 2007 · 55 Comments
May 25th, 2007 · 21 Comments
This girl is like the archetypal freshman roommate, no?
From Megan in Charleston, who was not the slob that this note might suggest.
May 24th, 2007 · 11 Comments
This fiendishly funny note comes to us courtesy of Jennifer in Philly, who does not condone the theft of bottled water of any kind.
May 24th, 2007 · 10 Comments
Cindy and her friend had a falling out. The ex-friend then sent Cindy this message on Facebook. Something tells me this post isn’t going to be the olive branch that brings them back together.
May 23rd, 2007 · 8 Comments
May 23rd, 2007 · 34 Comments
If you missed it, Act 1 is where this saga begins. Here, we see Richard G. Sell’s frustration grow to a fever pitch…
And it continues with Act 3…
May 23rd, 2007 · 17 Comments
Jenny insists this note wasn’t just because the dude wouldn’t take her request for “Toxic.” (“The DJ really sucked!”)
May 22nd, 2007 · 36 Comments
I don’t want to oversell this, but the following series of three signs (sent in by a health-club patron who wishes to remain nameless) just became my new all-time favorite. I love so many things about Richard G. Sells’s first masterpiece (below) that I don’t even know where to begin.
The best part, I think, might be the Freudian slip mid-way through (“…without getting any of the crap in the toilet stool itself.”)
May 22nd, 2007 · 12 Comments
Says Jimmy: “The kid whose cookware was hidden ended up just leaving the utensils (tongs, spatula, etc…) wherever they were hidden and simply bought a new set. This forced the kid who originally hid them to find them again before they started to stink up the place.”
Just in case you needed another reason to pass on the Lambda Chis’ rush-week pancake breakfast…
May 22nd, 2007 · 11 Comments
Such a perfect little hat trick at the end of this note (submitted by Laura in Baltimore) — the four exclamation points, the heart, the “thx.”