writes our anonymous submitter: “unable to visit my mother last year for mother’s day, my partner and i sent her a box of chocolate truffles and an antique brooch. this is her ‘thank you’ note (which is really more like a ‘fuck you’ note).”

the final “fuck you,” of course, is the nearly indecipherable handwriting. here’s the transcription:

Looked forward to seeing you on Mother’s day. In Lieu of such optimism I enjoyed the truffles as fattening as they are + the pin is very attractive. Thanks. Love, Mom

related: i can has guilt trip?

extra credit: have you entered the PAN mother’s day giveaway?

writes joe in van nuys, california: “dave has been upset because people have been drinking his tea.  apparently, he was unaware of other potential daves in the office. next time, maybe he should clarify?”

related: who’s the smartass?

what to do after you’ve already written your daily letters to the editor, your congressman and the local weatherman, and you’ve still got hours to go before the early bird buffet? well, you turn to the classifieds!

reports dyah in houston:  “a guy at school advertised his garage sale in the houston chronicle, and received this gem of  a ‘WTF?’ in the mail as a response.”

related: cloudy with a chance of hate mail

“i’m a server at a chain restaurant,” writes our anonymous submitter, “and we have a bulletin board in the back where people can trade shifts. lately, people have been including (along with their phone number and shift information) sad stories about why you should choose their shift to pick up (instead of all the other ones that are available).” this one, though, might be the most shameless yet.

related: it’s not a race (it’s a social construct)

i mean, really…messages like this are just chum for bored teenagers, no?

writes marc from chicago: “i saw this in a small town off route 26 in nebraska. as soon as i finished snapping photos of the signs, the woman who ran the drive-thru came out and demanded to know what i was doing. once she realized that I was not there to mess with the sign, she became friendly. evidently, the situation was exactly as it appeared: unidentified no-goodniks had been swiping the letters from the sign or re-arranging the amiable witticisms (’men, i don’t understand. chocolate, i’m an expert!’) into significantly ruder form (i have no idea).”

meanwhile, rikki spotted this sign (which may or may not be an homage to this one, which made the rounds on the interweb a few years back) in downtown oklahoma city.

related: and pull up your sign

writes jay in miami beach: “the woman who lives in apt. 2, right next to the front door of the building, had such a stinky dog smell emanating from her apartment that you could smell it through the closed door.” presumably, she could hear everyone’s complaints through the closed door, too.

related: when you can’t blame the dog

two words: missing tarantula.

mascara-borrowing roommate.

just pathetic.

related: just another picture to burn

(thanks to graham in cambridge, mass.)

related: i can has guilt trip?
extra credit: pope’s easter message mostly passive-aggressive guilt trip