From Amy in Ocean Pines, Maryland, who explains: “I have had a problem with the people I live with (namely my husband and sister) who do not understand the concept that a dryer full of lint is a fire hazard [!!!]”
Entries Tagged as 'You call that punctuation?'
May 31st, 2007 · 16 Comments
May 29th, 2007 · 33 Comments
…but Hot Pockets are totally the car radios of the communal freezer.
Exhibit a: New York City
Exhibit b: Southern Oregon
Exhibit c: Washington, D.C.
Exhibit d: Oahu, Hawaii
Thanks to Beth at Columbia and DJ Shaggy for their help in uncovering this phenomenon.
May 28th, 2007 · 19 Comments
Don’t be fooled by the smiley: this is the kind of note that really throws you off balance. (It’s been more than a month since she received this note, and Kiki from Boston says she’s still shaking in her boots a little.)
related: I Can’t Believe It’s Not (My) Butter
May 25th, 2007 · 55 Comments
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.
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 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 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 · 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.”
May 21st, 2007 · 10 Comments
I realize this example (from outside the American Legion HQ in Park Slope, Brooklyn) is not so much “passive-aggressive” as it is “crazy,” but it tickles me too much not to post. The little species/feces couplet has been painted over and re-written at least twice, so obviously I’m not the only one who appreciated it.
You can’t tell from these photos, but this little storefront stands as one of the few bastions on Fifth Avenue that the armies of invading gentrifiers couldn’t take down with their industrial-size nozzles of mrs. meyer’s and turn into a precious little bakery selling organic dog cupcakes. While I was taking these photos a man in a lawn chair was either yelling at me to stop or trying to sell me a ratty old suitcase.