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June 15, 2003 |
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Existential Pickle
FOUND by Gs Pelley
in Charlotte, North Carolina
Found in a parking deck in late 2002. The text appears to be written on the back of an envelope When I read these words for the first time, I said out loud to no one in particular, "Well, aren't we all?"
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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...
I burst out laughing after I read the submitters comment...well sure we are all a bit sour wrapped in the mushy but we all need some attention.
Sounds delicious!
The sexual innuendo is astounding! I imagine coming home to this with your lover on a bed surounded by different food items, and this is stuck to his chest. LOL!
I just read the "EAT ME" and burst out laughingg.
At first, I thought this was a note on top of a caserole dish with food to share with an office. But when I got to "Well, aren't we all?" I had yvonne reaction. :)
And now I'm hungry.
I am instant, painful heartburn of three day duration. Eat me. And bring the Zantac.
Aren't gherkins those sweet little pickles? Oh well, size doesn't matter as long as the salami is hard.
So am I! What a co-incidence....!
I write notes on food i make to let my roommates know they can eat them. if i didnt leave notes, they would eat everything.