I found this in the lower branches of a bush in heart of Milwaukee’s East Side. My first reaction was a gut-busting laugh followed by a moment of puzzlement. For the most part, this meaning of this find is pretty clear-cut: she hates the cat. Yet I am baffled by the sudden interjection of “You never give me that much affection.” Does she want to be peed on? Is she yearning for this guy to mark his territory? I’m not sure any of us will have the answer.
I found this on the cobblestones in front of a college dorm. I wonder what fashion violations were so egregious that they warranted an anonymous complaint like this. And couldn’t they have been more specific? If I were violating fashion, I probably wouldn’t know exactly how, and would need more information.
I found this gem along the sidewalk near work. I haven’t stopped scratching my head ever since. It’s not the fact that a prosthetic boob was sitting on the sidewalk, but that a prosthetic boob with HAIR was sitting on the sidewalk. Why the hair? And yes, it’s the real deal, not some cheap, knock-off boob. I’ve asked numerous friends and family members if they have any insight into why a female breast might have hair on it, but no answer seems available.
While helping clean the art room at my school, I came across a box of postcards someone had donated. I figured there must have been at least a hundred, half of them written in other languages, and postmarked from all over the world. So I did what any finder would do: shoved the stack in my bag and continued sorting through the toilet paper tubes and yogurt containers. This one is one of my favorites.
Found the list in my apartment’s parking lot. I’m not sure exactly what this is. An inventory of stolen/missing items, I guess? I really like the mix of personal, artwork, and random items included. And that while the sewing machine is underlined twice, the methadone is not.