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February 09, 2009 |
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Bags
FOUND by Stephen M.
in Easton, PA
I found this note on the ground while taking the baby for a walk in our ritzy little neighborhood.
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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...
Do you see a little face with bunny ears on top of the "g" in "bags?"
It's in the bag with the poop.
Good rhetoric. Utilising a rhyme scheme in an attempt to make an impact on the reader and elicit a response.
yeah, where IS your brain?
everyone knows you're supposed to leave those on door steps after lighting them on fire and ringing the bell.
I'll join the Refrain:
This jerk is a Pain.
Poop in the Drain
Makes my Brain
Insane,
too.
surely a lost verse from the hombres:
Hangin' from a pine tree by my knees
Sun is shinin' through the shade
Nobody knows what its all about
It's too much, man, let it all hang out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YCgEmneoro
Those witty, epigrammatic Burmese poets! Ya gotta love 'em.
(ref.: "The Than-Bauk is a Burmese form, consisting of three lines of four syllables each. Traditionally, they are witty and epigrammic.")
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Than-Bauk
....I'd check the storm Drain (for the brain)
Oh no! Shit is getting DEEP!
The found note was signed "Tin Man". The followup notes will be:
"Just reach in, grab the bags, and throw them away. Where is your courage? Signed, Scarecrow"
"You forgot my birthday again. Where is your heart? Signed, Lion"
"I swear it's not my poop. Signed, Toto"
"Screw all you guys! I said Kansas, not Easton, PA. Signed, Dorothy"
When hippies attack...
please don't hate me...
Brain, Brain went away,
Clogged again another day.
Little Fifi pooped today;
Brain, brain, clog the Drain,
Never throw your poop again!
This should so be sent in to <a href=http://passiveaggressivenotes.com>Passive Aggressive Notes</a>
@ Quaalude: Thanks for the memory. Righteous, gnarly...
Did you leave it here or there?
Did you leave it anywhere?
Did you leave it in a house?
Did you leave it with a mouse?
Did you leave it in a box?
Did you leave it with a fox?
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Insane in the membrane...
Monkey, that is EXACTLY what I used to do with poop-in-a-bag.
Where is your question mark?
...and exactly how do you know this is DOG poop?
My brain is usally in the gutter. Is that the same thing?
These comments are hilarious. Quaalude, thanks for the memories (plural)(multiple).. Geezo... all those rhymes. Someone should put this day's events into a children's book, illustrated.
Any low-life MF who would stuff bags of dog poop into a storm drain has shit for brains.
But don't get pissed, let it all hang out.
the whole putting dog poop in a plastic bag and supposedly putting in the garbage is stupid in the first place....putting in the drain is...well is there something beyond stupid...
why don't people take their dog poop home and flush it. if they have to put it in the garbage, use a biodegradeable bag (poor garbageperson--and i am not being cute, there are a lot of garbage collectors in my area who are women)
sorry i am not up to rhymes today...i would be put to shame anyway, your's are said all there is to say about poop in the drains way...
sorry i didn't catch the typos, or the irrelevant words...talking about poop turns my brain to shit