Dear Pizza Thief,
I hope you enjoyed those two slices of Dominoes pizza. I did. It was so nice in fact I kept it in the fridge to enjoy again.
So it was my surprise to find those slices missing the next day. My mum bought me that pizza - but I guess you must have been in dire hunger to eat my food. In that case, that’s alright. At least you cleaned the side plate afterwards.
But I will still kill you.
Craig.
EDIT (16th June 2008)
I posted this a little later than my flatmate Calum Ross did on passiveagressivenotes.com and I found it has received 126 comments. Of course, most of them are detailed as something regarding my relationship with my mother or that dominoes pizza is terrible.
You can read on if you wish at…
http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/2007/09/24/no-thats-not-the-british-spelling/
But from the note synopsis I see…
“sometimes we’re lucky enough to encounter certain things which trigger memories of our alcohol-fueled rampage. i was lucky enough to come across this the next day.”
Damn you Calum! Now, where’s my killing knife?
