“What evils might befall our university if someone posts a flyer on the bulletin board that says it isn’t a bulletin board?” asks our submitter in California. “I still don’t know, but at least this was amusing.”

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Kaylee in Colorado recently found this note when going through a box of old stuff at her parents’ house. At the time this was written, she says, “I would have been about 6 and my brother 10. I fought my boredom during our weekly visits to church by doodling and writing my mother notes.”

P.S. Kaylee says the “PS.” on the back was “let dad read note.”

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Stephanie in Las Vegas says this exchange started out as a sugary-sweet back-and-forth love-fest between initiated by her husband, Brian. Then, one day, Stephanie says, “Brian woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and his alter ego took over.” What a charmer, that Brian!

Not to worry, though— it was all in jest, and no women or toasters were harmed in the making of this note. In fact, Stephanie says, “It totally made my day.” And as far the unplugging the toaster thing goes, she says, “We kinda have an OCD thing about the chance of burning the house down…don’t ask.”

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Shanna spotted this note of appreciation outside the room of an resident advisor in her freshman dorm. ”And yes,” she says, “he actually did get in bed with someone’s girlfriend.”

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“The Winston Salem Transit Authority posted this memo in their depressing, dingy, bus depot,” reports Bill in North Carolina. (The WSTA‘s new motto: “Kick ’em while they’re down!)

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The strategic box placement — in what appears to be a minefield of dog turds — is bad enough. But the really passive-aggressive part? Apparently, the box wasn’t taped shut on the bottom.

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“When I saw the first post on Facebook, I thought it was a rather aggressive joke,” our submitter says. “Then I saw her response two days later, when only 45 people (yes, I counted) wished her a happy birthday on her wall.” What a tough world we live in! (sob)

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Next up: Monster Mash.

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“Apparently someone at my office thinks cracking the ice cube trays with your hands is a mortal sin,” writes Natalie in Washington, D.C. “My question: Would it really be better if we used other body parts?”

Honestly, when I first read the words “ice gobblers,” I thought this note was going in a different direction. Because not refilling the empty ice-cube tray? Now that’s a crime.

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So, apparently this is how creationism debates play out among employees of Seattle coffee shops.

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