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November 04, 2008 |
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Fuck You Frank
FOUND by Carrie Meech
in Portland, Oregon
I work at a bar, and this note was found on one of the video poker machines after a particularly haggard-looking woman had been playing.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
That's "YOU'RE a nasty ass". Geez! Get your insults correct.
A haggard looking woman playing on a poker machine with Beaverton Minuteman Press stationary ???
Should that be the punchline or the joke ???
Also, Is she referring to his donkey? I didn't think donkeys were allowed in bars.
A haggard woman and a donkey walk into a bar... Oh never mind...
I Googled Beaverton Minuteman Press. Their slogan is "For the job you needed done yesterday". Create your own joke...
http://www.mycolorcopy.com/
"Beaverton, the town where you can always find the beaver of your choice."
No wonder she was playing video poker. Haggard beavers lose their clientele.
I can't bear to go into what is entailed by haggard women doing the minute manpress. Someone else take over while I slip back into my coma.
I like the way the Ks look like little men flipping the other letters off (see, the one hand on the hip, and the other arm raised in a "fuck you" salute...?). Just me then? okay. I think the Ks suits this woman's personality to a T...I mean, er, K.
I find it interesting that break-up notes, letters, etc. often include an insult. If Mrs. Haggard thought he was a nasty ass, why was she involved with him? Nothing better to do? No money for the video poker?
Fuck me? No fuck you - your hanging all over me, slurring word and unshavea pit in my face while breathing that nasty beer and cigarette breath over - those 2 scuzzy meth teeth - was so distracting that I blew a Royal Flush I was working on...
This note was possibly written by the chick who wrote today's other Find, but only after Frank "Baby" didn't show up at school in the end. Amazing how quickly things can turn around in a hormone-driven relationship.
Frank, by the way, never did like being called a "Minute Man" (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) by the working girls there in Beaverton.
Could there BE a more awesome name for a printing company than the Beaverton Minutemen!?!?!?!
Anything else I could say about this find, Baby Basil beat me to it. Haha!
Eat a beaver, save a tree!
@seeing things - I see it too =)
Although, to me, it looks more like the K is shaking his fist......
Hmm...Nasty Ass. Just as insulting as an Ass Wipe, a Wack Ass, and Asswhole
Just what is it with people bending their writing from the top left corner to the lower right one?
It never fails to puzzle me.
I get notes like this all the time, every time I shoot down the prostitutional advances of some broad who looks like Large Marge.
Hey, I went to Beaverton High School! My, how that town has changed! I remember hanging out at the DQ and walking down the railroad tracks, dreaming about where they were leading... now there's video poker and ugly language.
this was stapled to something; sure would be interesting to know what that was.
also, shouldn't a haggard-looking woman be called merle and not frank?
Oh, sure, Beaverton. It's on Hwy 69 just past Iniquityville. There's a great place to eat near the 'y' in the road.
Yoohoo...Lancy Pantsy!! Miss you, my love!
@ fooch:
Brings to mind when the city of Raleigh announced we were getting an NHL franchise some years back. We had a contest in my office to come up with a name for the new team. The winning entry was "The Raleigh Iceholes." Fortunately, those with wiser ways named them the Carolina Hurricanes.
The first thing that springs to mind with the name Frank is postsecret! That bloody Frank, pretending to be so caring and sharing, really he's just a nasty ass, laughing at all the lame secrets people send in. Fuck you Frank.
http://tinyurl.com/6xbzn9
Hey everybody (in the U-s-of A anyway) don't forget:
http://foundmagazine.com/find/637
@ effie.
hahaha i thought the same thing for a moment
Maybe the "haggard woman" affectionately named the poker machine this was left on 'Frank' following a particularly lucky night gambling, and then the next night when her poker hand didn't quite go her way, she left this abusive note for 'Frank' to read. It is fun to imagine, albeit a bit suggestive of mental instability...and a gambling problem.
@Effie: I have to agree with you. Yes, I read Post Secret sometimes, but we all know that most blogs are self indulgent (the whole world is NOT panting to read your inmost musings, your poetry, or your taste in music and food). Post Secret is doubly so. It's self indulgence on Frank's part (look how important I am, I change lives!) and voyeurism both on his part and the part of everyone who logs in to see it. And I include myself.
No one seems to grokk that by selling the PS books, Frank is **making money** off their inmost secrets, traumas and pain. And prancing about from one place to another is really about shoring up his own self-esteem.
Codependence with bells on.
PostSecret turns my stomach. No one cares that you're a gay, neurotic, closeted racist who hates your mother for not stopping your father from feeding you vodka in your baby bottle while banging the cleaning lady while you were pretending to be asleep because your Catholic upbringing led you to be afraid that the Easter Bunny would bring you rotten eggs if you witnessed fornication. Just deal with it, fucko.
@fooch-What about Asspanda?
Frank's ass is indeed nasty.
Flargy... I think I might be in love with you.