Cindy, I thought of you. And wood. Here’s how and why: This week’s specials at Hobby Lobby include what are billed as Vacation Bible School supplies. Dig the upper left-hand corner of the ad page to which I’ve linked.
I remember kids working with it caked and drying on their fingers, on their noses and lips. Remember that applicator in the lid? It wasn’t worth a shit.
Oh, but at least the applicator was made of plastic instead of wood. I was always grateful for that, knowing they could have included a popsicle stick applicator if they’d wanted. Dear god, I’m getting myself all worked up at the very thought of it.
If I worked there, every passive-aggressive note I wrote would be printed landscape on portrait-oriented letterhead and include the sentence “We are a Fortune 500 company, not an X.”
I love the way humans interact with signs. If this were my workplace, the entire door would be plastered with them within an hour.
Also, I do not like the wood of that door.
Cindy, I thought of you. And wood. Here’s how and why: This week’s specials at Hobby Lobby include what are billed as Vacation Bible School supplies. Dig the upper left-hand corner of the ad page to which I’ve linked.
Lucy’s London 2010 Flickr set features many wonderful signs in addition to the one she posted on clusterflock the other day. Gentlemen 30p per visit is quite fine, as is Before taking it into the toilet.
Sheila, you just caused me to make the unfinished wood sound. Of the cross.
And I always pay for my shopping before taking it into the toilet.
The Vacation Bible School crafts sound.
I can physically smell paste right now.
That oleaginous LePage’s paste that never killed anybody who ate it. At least not in small quantities.
I remember kids working with it caked and drying on their fingers, on their noses and lips. Remember that applicator in the lid? It wasn’t worth a shit.
Oh, but at least the applicator was made of plastic instead of wood. I was always grateful for that, knowing they could have included a popsicle stick applicator if they’d wanted. Dear god, I’m getting myself all worked up at the very thought of it.
That paste tasted pretty good.
That was good paste. Not long ago I bought a really expensive facial cream that smells a lot like LePage’s paste. I’m tempted to taste it.
Cindy, are there rules about putting tape on a wooden door?
Tape’s okay. So’s paste.
Hi, Danny darlin!
Hey, Cindy? My expensive facial cream may smell like LePage’s Paste, but it does not taste like LePage’s Paste.
Well, it’s probably a good thing–seeing as how it’s expensive and all.
So, this one time Beavis stepped on a roach and commented that it looked like a smashed Junior Mint. “Doesn’t taste like one, though.”
Honestly, it tasted a little like mucilage.
If I worked there, every passive-aggressive note I wrote would be printed landscape on portrait-oriented letterhead and include the sentence “We are a Fortune 500 company, not an X.”
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y’know, this whole comics sans is the devil thing is just stupid. it’s a fucking font. who cares?
why can’t there be an internet holy war against stupidity instead?
An internet holy war against stupidity would be a grand, glorious — and doomed — cause.