Writes our submitter in Michigan: “My sister-in-law graduated high school recently, and apparently calling to congratulate her — as opposed to driving 1200 miles to attend the ceremony — was a major slight.” (A slight I’m guessing she’d be willing to graciously overlook in exchange for 50 bucks or so.)
Entries Tagged as 'signed with love'
August 21st, 2013 · 65 Comments
August 19th, 2013 · 31 Comments
Writes our submitter in Philadelphia: “We do not have air-conditioned hallways in my building, so there’s been an ongoing debate on my floor about how open the hallway windows need to be for maximum airflow.” Suddenly…SCIENCE!
July 7th, 2013 · 40 Comments
Here’s something we rarely see around here: a happy ending!
Explains Amanda in Fort Collins, Colorado: “Last week, the trailer that lives outside the Food Co-op had its wheel stolen, and they weren’t able to do the food drop-off. Disgruntled, Karen put this sign on the sad, one-wheeled trailer.”
Then, Amanda says, “Three days ago, a man came into the co-op. He walked up to the register and, without saying anything, put a BRAND NEW trailer wheel on the counter. ‘I saw your sign,’ he said. ‘I used to eat at the Mission, but now I don’t need to. I wanted to bring you this.’” Then he walked out.
related: The Good Samaritan
March 3rd, 2013 · 47 Comments
Writes Randahl in Boise, Idaho: “I love me some Tapatío, and sometimes I forget to put it back in the fridge. My wife thought Mr. Tapatío should know his place.”
related: Eat it; love it. Got it?
February 27th, 2013 · 84 Comments
Now that Girl Scout cookie season has ended — here in Texas, anyway — shit’s starting to get real.
related: Killer cookie dough
February 14th, 2013 · 32 Comments
Rachel in New York City says one of her students proudly presented her with this card, adding, “I think it speaks for itself.”
February 13th, 2013 · 31 Comments
All alone this Valentine’s Day? Well…more Cheetos for you!
(Thanks to Brodie in Nova Scotia and redditor ajbollom. May they rest in peace.)
related: That’s just [sic]
January 23rd, 2013 · 60 Comments
Marcel in Montreal begins his story with the moral: “There are just some things you don’t mess with — vipers, rabid dogs, king cobras, black widows…and my mom.” His younger self, however, was far less wise. This is his tale.
For a long time, Marcel and his siblings had the irritating habit of drinking all the milk in the house late at night so that there was none left when their mother went to pour herself a bowl of cereal for breakfast the morning.
One day, Marcel and his siblings came home from school to find a batch of “the richest, most delicious brownies ever” sitting on the counter. Of course, they dug in immediately. But just as he was about to head to the fridge to pour himself a cold, tall glass of milk to wash down all that chocolate-y goodness, Marcel noticed this note from Mom hiding underneath the crumbs.
“Sacre bleu!” he cried, for sure enough, there was not a drop of milk to be found in the house. Leaving a trail of brownie crumbs behind him, he ran as fast as he could to the nearest dairy farm, where, shortly before hitting send on this submission, he was eaten by a very hungry wolf.
“Both Marcel and the brownies,” the wolf wrote, “were fucking delicious.”
January 7th, 2013 · 18 Comments
“Understand,” writes Beck in Philadelphia, “I love this city. Filth and all.” But he also had to give props to this guerilla PSA — done in the style of the Philly Tourism Board’s “with love” ad campaign — adding, “I regret not actually being able to photograph all the trash that really was on the ground.”
October 16th, 2012 · 66 Comments
This is how Nate responded:
Well, that took an unexpected turn