The few dozen communist books I have
Ball gag
My girlfriend’s wisdom teeth, along with two of mine.
I used to collect animal bones in my hometown, where hunters carelessly tossed what they didn’t want behind nearby train tracks. Found a whole boar skin once, but only took home little knuckle bones. I might still have them somewhere.
I have a deer skull on my shelf, but I think most people would overlook that. Human teeth left in storage among other junk? Not so much.
My family probably wouldn’t be surprised about anything I own. They know the kind of guy I am.
A stranger might be a bit concerned about a certain wooden chest in my dining room. Large enough to fit an adult man (yes, we tried) but filled to the brim with swords, axes, pieces of armor and a 3 foot wooden spoon.
Edit: second place to a glittery pink princess themed friendship book filled with entries from adult millennials who like retro games, horror movies and metal.
Nice try, CIA guy, how about you come on down and see it for yourself if you really must know.
It’s 100% the entire contents of the box I keep physical porn and sex toys in.
The massive horse dildo may be a bit of an head scratcher, though knowing me - maybe not that surprising thing to find.
I think you can find something better to scratch your head with…
I have four big black bins in my closet, full of… adult stuff I think those would definitely qualify. Maybe the foxtails, or my hot pink bunny mask, I’ve got a bunch of weird costumes that would raise eyebrows
Nah those are perfectly explainable. U jus freaky like dat
A military medal that was awarded to me.
I have never been a member of any nation’s armed forces.
Similar for me: two challenge coins of units that did not officially exist (at that time).
I need the story now
It’s not really that exciting, in retrospect:
I used to work for a charity doing construction in disaster areas; building schools, medical centres, plumbing etc. We’d turn up after wars, floods, earth quakes and other stuff like that. Most of us were single men, with zero attachments or responsibilities, so we took the more (potentially) dangerous jobs out there - purely for the adrenaline and the madness.
On arrival in the country a car load of us traveled 100km-ish away from the capital to scout the location we’d be at. After a day or two there we discovered that the situation on the ground really didn’t match the information we’d been given. A rebel army, of sorts, (maybe a militia, more accurately) had regrouped and were coming back towards us. As we were, uh, not local then there was the potential for some kidnapping - or worse - type shenanigans.
Me, 2 colleagues and our fixer (and his mother) decided to get out of there immediately. We “swapped” the charity’s car for a battered Toyota and some local clothes from our fixer’s uncle. (I’m sure he had about 600 uncles in total…)
We encountered a four man forward operations group of the proper army on the road. They asked us to follow them and detour to a village and help evacuate a group of people. We got there, “borrowed” a coach, loaded it up and then we got out of there, quick sharp. Zero incidents.
I don’t think we got the medal for bravery, as such, but more for a lack of cowardice and just doing the right thing when we really could’ve just fucked-off straight to the capital and boarded a plane out of there.
I didn’t mention it when I got back home because if I did it would just look like I was glazing myself - or lying.
Imagine their entire family has no idea where the medal came from, but like 12 random people on the internet have the full story.
either a finger made out of wood or soviet mortar shell
Honestly, my network and server.
I am self learned so i often come up with my own creative solutions instead of knowing about a common standard. I can’t imagine anyone but me could maintain it.
In a previous iteration of my server i bent over backwards to make sure /home did not contain any user folders and instead only the mount points to numerous drives. Why? Inexplicably even if you do consider autism.
You sound like me.
Maybe the random junk I keep for crafting.
It was yesterday when I cut up a disposable container’s lid to keep a flat 4inch round see-through part. (I was thinking about using it as a base for fridge magnets - I can attach felt and embroidery to it)
I could just buy a big sheet of foamcore from dollar store, but no: random junk it is!Weirdest for sure would be the contents of my journals. For a while during and after the pandemic I wrote a lot of entries very altered and I’ve also written a lot of entries at the top of some pretty spectacular manic episodes and the bottom of some very dark holes. I can’t read them myself because they make me seem quite insane.
Most unexplainable would be a 50 alliance credit note from the Firefly/Serenity universe. They were produced by a gaggle of nerds and exact down to the paper, which is a semi-transparent nylon blend. I was given 300 credits in mixed bills as a joke from someone I had a one night stand with as payment for services rendered, but I’ve given them out to various fans of the show I’ve met over the 20 or so years they’ve been in my possession. If you weren’t a mega fan of the show though, they would look like money from some obscure Asian country.
An antique magic wand made of carved oak and opals, I keep locked in an antique wooden case in the top / back of my closet. The entire reason I keep it there like that, is so that when I die, someone will find it.
The USB in the safe, it’ll give access to the password manager. The possibilities are endless after that I suppose and could continue to grow until such day.
Probably the bones
Not even a joke for me. But it’s a bone, singular.
Long story short: I picked it up from a jungle floor in Kenya. No clue what animal it belonged to. Also no idea how there was no issue taking it back home… Anyway, it’s on display.
