I Remember My First Beer

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FOUND by Amelia B. in Madison, Wisconsin

Found this taped to a tree on my walk home from classes. Mifflin St. Block Party was this weekend … perhaps the “degenerate” was influenced to throw a beer bottle at a car after participating in Mifflin. Sucks for the owner of the car, but they were quite creative in their insults, so I have to give him that.

Dogs Need Play Time Just Like You

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FOUND by Michelle in our newspaper holder in Snohomish, Washington

This is Part 4 of 4. We own a sheep ranch in the mild climate of the Pacific Northwest, and have a livestock guardian dog which lives with the sheep to protect them from predators. She is a Maremma, bred for this purpose, and she likes her job of being lazy all day in a big field, hanging out with sheep and barking her head off at stuff. *Of course* she has a shelter with bedding, water, daily food and care (though sometimes she prefers to sleep in the rain anyway). But this person seems to feel the dog needs more in her life. Though it’s unclear exactly where we’re going wrong, given the amenities already available to our very valuable livestock protector. Who is leaving the notes is a curious mystery. They are interesting in their spontaneity, scrawled on scraps of paper with various different pens, some running out of ink; and some text running off the page. But the latest one was typed, enclosed in an envelope sealed with a cheerful Christmas stamp, and addressed in loopy penmanship “to our neighbor.”

Generic Asshole

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FOUND by Stella Lopez in my driveway

I found this in my driveway one morning. At first I was really alarmed, and paranoid because I thought it was really aimed at me, but when I calmed down I realized it didn’t make sense: I am not a Generic Asshole. And I have my own parking space. I liked it because I have often wanted to write a note such as this and now I don’t have to. I’m going to copies and leave on windshields when needed.