Our submitter spotted this behind a building on a college campus in Maine — a college that apparently does not tolerate outside-the-utility-box thinking among its employees.

Poor Ed. If only he worked in a jurisdiction where his style of painting could truly be appreciated, like, say, San Francisco…

Or Boston…

Or Salem, Massachusetts…

…or dozens of other cities around the world. Don’t give in to the man, Ed!

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“There’s a shelf in our office, where, every couple of days someone will contribute some sort of sugary/fatty treat,” writes Laura in Seattle. Luckily, one of her coworkers stepped up to enlighten everyone about the death trap they’ve created.”

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Writes Peter in the UK:  ”My 12-year-old son is angry we won’t let him buy and Xbox One, mostly because he spends too much time online already. On the day this discussion happened, we found this note on the computer. (Clearly he has learned about different government systems from the newspaper, not in school…)”

P.S. Peter, perhaps your little millennial Adrian Mole would be better of spending some time with this instead?

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Writes Joshua in Salt Lake City: “This past year I’ve been trying to lose weight. It’s been up and down. Apparently my mother knows that.”

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Our submitter says that his office in  Phoenix, Arizona has a charming little tradition, namely, “If you’re gone for a few days, your office gets trashed.” (I’m guessing something along these lines.)

It looks like this notewriter was hoping for a reprieve, under the circumstances. So, Sean, listen up!

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Apparently the employees of this retail establishment in North Carolina didn’t take it seriously when the ladies from the shop next door asked them to stop blocking their employee entrance with garbage cans. (Perhaps  they didn’t understand what was meant by Don’t make us bedazzle your asses?)

One day, our submitter says, one of the offending trash cans was found covered in gift wrap, complete with a bow. Sadly, no photo was taken pre-unwrapping, but this sign remains in the shared hallway as a reminder.

UPDATE: It looks like our crafty crafters followed through on their threats!

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Writes Candice in Kansas: “I woke up to this on my car this morning. I don’t not know if I should be pissed they are creepin’ on my man or to just laugh uncontrollably.”

(Dear notewriter: Notice she didn’t say “…or stop parking there.”)

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Who knew? Just add water to your ramen, and you end up with…ramen.

But leave it alone and you get…a hot ramen dance party!

This just in: According to our Seattle submitter, two of his office mates have started fires trying to microwave dry ramen. (NO PARTY FOR YOU!)

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In honor of that special time of year when New Year’s resolutions are made abandoned, Laughton in the U.K. draws our attention to this particularly apropos selection from  Awful Library Books.

related: And a Happy New Year to you!

Writes Claire in Cincinnati: “This individual moved in a month ago and is already getting into a note war with the neighbors!”

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