Cameron in Hyde Park, New York brings us this “maybe not-so-classic dorm dispute: girl meets boy, girl likes boy, boy has girlfriend, girl obsesses over boy, boy’s female neighbors post rejection note from boy to girl, girl…threatens neighbors, artistically.”
Entries Tagged as 'You call that punctuation?'
March 26th, 2008 · 98 Comments
March 23rd, 2008 · 100 Comments
Amanda in Fairhaven, Mass. recently took her sister-in-law in for an ultrasound appointment, and was a little frightened by this sign. (It was posted in three places, both inside and outside the restroom.)
related: Bun — er, pizza in the oven
March 19th, 2008 · 126 Comments
Dan spotted this triple-bonus-score of a note at the desk of a receptionist in MTV’s New York office. The craziest part, he says? “She leaves it up there all the time, just in case she calls in sick. It’s just up there, all day, in her face, reaffirming her violent disapproval for people invading her personal space.”
related: where angels fear to spit
February 26th, 2008 · 84 Comments
So, after seeing this note from Daily Piglet in Columbia, South Carolina:
And this one, from Anna in Providence, Rhode Island:
And this doozy from an anonymous San Francisco office worker…
(Meanwhile, over at bethany’s “blog”…u can touch this.)
related: Can I lick it?
February 21st, 2008 · 156 Comments
Laid back? I’ll give you laid back. In fact, I’ll spell it out for you: Janice will break your legs.
(Thanks to Peter in Milwaukee for documenting — you’re my number one guy!)
February 15th, 2008 · 86 Comments
Faydra in Gainesville, Florida lives in an apartment complex she describes as “a step above dorm living” — 85 females total, all of them coming and going at all hours. Faydra’s next-door neighbors kicked things off (with the most frightening clip art extravaganza ever) and things devolved from there. In chronological order:
related: A fancy feast
February 13th, 2008 · 69 Comments
From an anonymous heathen in Washington, D.C.:
related: It must have been a pretty big bite
February 10th, 2008 · 50 Comments
Thanks to Rusty in Decatur, Georgia, who spotted this lovely exchange on the door of his apartment complex’s parking garage.
February 8th, 2008 · 110 Comments
Nothing could have prepared Lauren in Oakland for the passive-aggressive avalanche that awaited her the other day at her new apartment. She calls the experience of finding the notes totally surreal. “It keeps playing back in slow motion in my mind, from the second I saw the first one hanging over the threshold to my absolute horror and delight at finding an eleventh one hours later on the bathroom door.” Here’s the theme park version!
“I’m not sure anything in particular prompted it,” Lauren says, “but I live, apparently, in some kind of alternate dimension where full-grown adults believe in chore-wheels, so it could’ve been anything — but certainly not ELEVEN things to correspond with the number of found notes. Then again, I’m not a timebomb waiting to explode, so how would I know?”
related: recipe for roommate discord
January 31st, 2008 · 88 Comments
“Beware,” indeed: Walking along “West 25th or so” in Manhattan, this “work of art” was enough to make Eric “personally” “shit his pants.”
extra credit: The Zagat history of my last relationship [The New Yorker]