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25 Hilarious Fridge Notes That Will Make You Wish You Lived Alone

by Kaylin Pound

Not too long ago, we showed you a bunch of hilarious roommate notes.

If those angry memos made you laugh (and want to live alone for the rest of your life), you'll be glad to know passive aggressive notes go way beyond telling your lazy roommate to put his or her dirty dishes in the damn dishwasher where they belong.

Yep, if there's one surefire way to get a rise out of the people around you, it's by f*cking with their food.

Seriously, nothing sends me spiraling into a hanger-induced rage quite like opening up the fridge and discovering my precious slice of leftover pizza has mysteriously vanished into thin air.

I mean sure, at some point we've all been guilty of being the assh*le who comes home from the bar at 3 am and drunkenly decides everything in the fridge is fair game.

But there are some people out there who make a habit out of helping themselves to their roomie's groceries on the reg or, even worse, swiping their co-worker's snacks from the break room fridge.

So what do you do when you fall victim to these food crimes? You confront the perpetrator with a passive aggressive fridge note, of course!

Take a look at the pictures below to see these some of these hilarious fridge notes.

I will find you and I will bill you.

You are one of the many things wrong with this world.

If you could stop swiping my salad dressing that would be great.

You people really need to restock this fridge.

Sorry I ate the sh*t out of your grilled cheese.

Can't touch this.

You doughnut want to f*ck with my food.

This is not a delicious sandwich disguised as a dead dove, I swear.

Let's make a toast to all the stealing, cheating monsters out there.

I've got my eye on you.

Not yours.

Also not yours.

Kanye not steal my lunch?

Keep your hands off my avocados.

Just trying to have healthy breakfast over here!

If you're reading this, it's too late.

Confessions of a food thief.

Leave my food alone, or suffer the sh*tty consequences.

It's called portion control, people, maybe you should try it sometime.

That's something you don't learn in school.

I pity the fool who has to drink warm iced (Mr.) T.

Eat it, and you will die.

Dear bread burglar...

Just marking my territory.

I command you to tear down your carbonated wall.