(function() { var ga = document.createElement('script'); ga.type = 'text/javascript'; ga.async = true; ga.src = ('https:' == document.location.protocol ? 'https://ssl' : 'http://www') + '.google-analytics.com/ga.js'; var s = document.getElementsByTagName('script')[0]; s.parentNode.insertBefore(ga, s); })();
This was today’s FOUND Magazine post. It was discovered between the pages of a fantasy art book at The Goodwill in Connecticut:

I’m sure you saw this one coming, but it inspired me to create my own Code of the Girls. Dear faithful, faithful lady friends, please abide:

Currently Feeling: Really effing frustrated.
Currently Anticipating: Get the eff out of Bumbershoot hell this weekend and into glorious 80-degree weather.
Currently Wanting: Nothing more than a Dick’s cheeseburger and a strawberry shake. Mmmm.
So in other words there’s nothing worse than a pregnant illiterate fat stripper with no makeup on who refuses to give blow jobs? Damn. I should print this out for future reference.