Life Without Taffy

I found this near an elementary school. I hope he got an answer.

I’ve been way behind on my scanning of found items. I have a foot tall stack in my inbox next to the computer that I need to do.

This right here is probably my favorite found note of ever. I found it like a year or so ago in a Playboy notepad that somebody opened at my previous job. Such poetry. I don’t know if I like the misspellings of young or tits better. And the heart really completes it.

See some more crap I have found here. 

A note I found behind a gas station.

A found grocery list with a little message on the back. I know when I don’t get my Tub Butter, I start the yelling too. Don’t even get me started on the Roman Lettuce.

I find things. See some more here.

I found this note near an elementary school. I guess a teacher was taking notes about a class. Probably a substitute or something. None of it seems bad enough to write a note about. Kids talking at lunch? Yipes. Expel the lot of them.

Continuing with what I started on Day 5, more scanning. I have a pile of craps I’ve found on my various journeys that need some scanning. Here’s some recent scans:

Some more crap from the pile of junks:

This one I found in a box of clothes that arrived on a truck. It was face up on the top, so I’m not too sure if it was intended for somebody specific or not:

Also found at work is a note scrawled in the first page of a Playboy notepad we sell:

(My girlfriend k.t. is out of town for two weeks. I’m documenting my time without her.)

I found this note a while ago. I figured today would be a good day to post it, roses and all. Not too sure what the second line has to do with anything, though.

See some more crap I’ve found here.

I found this awesomeness on the way to work. I really wish God would teach people the English language a little better. All will be gorly him, whatever the crap that’s supposed to mean.

See some more garbage I’ve found.

So I found this napkin at work. Yes, napkin. Such a weird thing, this. All of these medical terms written on a napkin. Maybe a student dropped it? So many questions.

Yeah. Call Linda. Tell her about your rust-colored urine.