My five-year-old daughter brought this to me and asked me to read it to her. The neighbors’ girl had given it to her on their bus ride home from school. We’re the only agnostics in our county, it would seem.
I gave a leftover bottle of Maker’s Mark from a party to a friend when I moved to Chicago. My friend later also moved to Chicago with the bottle of Maker’s. He had a friend stay for a few days and, later, this note was found in a cabinet. His friend must have been the one who brought the bottle of Maker’s to my party so long ago.
My wife and I found this outside a pizza place while on a vacation. We’ve contemplated several things: What DOES Mitchell’s mom smell like? Is this a complimentary or insulting statement? Finally we pretty much just used this note to harass each other the rest of the trip.