Don’t Run from Pregzilla

I found this note in an alleyway downtown. Nearby there is an art gallery/tattoo parlor, which I imagine the writer attends. It’s got some arty style in the openin, and some good life advice.

Decisions, Decisions

My 7-year-old son brought this home one day. This leaves me wondering what the problem is, and how it could possibly involve nets and plastic.

Advice for Dad

I found this in a book entitled “Violence and the Sacred;” I’m not sure if that makes the note funnier or not. As a dad myself, I think the advice is pretty astute, though.

At Least He’s Talking to You

I found these in an alley in the University District. I hope that finding them torn out in an alley means that the author has moved on from this chapter of her life

Both Sucked

My roommate found this note tucked into a used book from the college bookstore. Pretty intense.

Satan’s Taquitoes

Found this on the street in front of my work. It has some Christmas tape on it that maybe held it to the toaster oven in question. Not sure how hot Satan’s crotch is. I don’t think I want to find out.

If You Have a Secret

I found this folded into an impossibly small square in the gutter in front of our local paper’s office.

Put Down

This has a particularly viscous/confusing ending.

Congratulations, It’s Time

I found this underneath some dirty, dusty computer cables at work. I love the fact that the note is praising somebody, but at the same time bursting a bubble with the “cup is half empty” attitude. Good stuff.