Yesterday, I went to my first office happy hour. I’m pretty sure the Devil came up with this concept of the “Happy Hour”. I feel a bit fishy today. But that’s not why I’m writing. I’m writing to say that last night after we got home, I decided to leave notes on several of the cars on our street. This was particularly horrifying for Toby Joe who stood there watching me in a frozen terror.
This morning, a few of them were still there and so I completed the circle and removed them. One of the ones I removed read:
This Is A Big Car.
You Should Drive Quieter.
Someone needs to keep a better eye on me. In all honesty, I sincerely need to grow up. I know this.
ohmigosh! I think I just fell in love with you! In a healthy way, of course! What great fun! Can I come play?
I wanted her to put one on an SUV that said “You owe me a dinosaur.”
You know—because of all the fossil fuels wasted ;)
Ah, to be (not so) young and (quite) tipsy.
That’s hilarious! You may have just started a trend. WHat a fantastically silly, fun idea!
My new project: I’m going to design signage using the design of the parking tickets. I’m going to have them pull the “slip” out (they’ll think it’s a ticket) and have it read something instead. Last night, I thought this was a brilliant idea. Today? Not so sure.
You should leave love notes to some other person and make the recipient believe that it was delivered to them by mistake. “Dear Amy, I just wanted to say you’re right. I’m so sorry for everything. Can we try to make it work again? Call me please …” Or something mean like “Your wife knows.” Check out Found Magazine for other neat ideas.
Amy – Please remember to wash your finger! Love, James
Stephen – your finger smells like his ass.
I was just drinking a diet pepsi alone in my office when I read toby’s post and I completely shot it out my nose and spit all over my computer. Too funny.
James: I think Jenny knows about us and is going to tell Amy.
Jenny, I need some giggletribbing tonight. Bring some batteries.
Bwahahaha! Damn it i love you woman!
One night when I was too young to drink and too old to sit at home, my best friend and I made signs to stick on the ordering boxes at fast food places. They read, “speaker broken, please drive around” and “speaker broken, speak loudly” and a special one for McDonalds that said “free beanie baby with every purchase”. But the coup de grace was the “out of regular meat” sign that we made for Taco Bell.