The Naked Lady Lighter is sorta kinda like this .
One of the kids I went to high school with had a grandfather who’d taken a ring from an SS officer during WWII. Except he’d cut the ring finger off along with it. And kept the ring finger. It’s now skeletal.
That’s fucked up for so many different values of the variable “fucked up” that you’d have to express it in imaginary numbers.
Is it one of the Totensomething rings?
Screw the Totensomethings; sounds to me like Grandpa got himself the One Ring. :eek:
Speaking as a a Jew, I don’t see the problem.
Bonus points if he did in fact cut the finger from the SS bastard’s hand while he was still living. The SS- Excellent posture, gorgeous uniforms, hearts of pure evil.
One time I was working with mentally disabled peeps, and one of them gave me a jolly piece of kitsch he’d picked up in Rome. (I think he wanted to get rid of it.)
It was a nasty plasticky looking thing with hooks that you hang on your wall and hang keys off of, complete with an evil-looking portrait of the last-but-one Pope on it. But that wasn’t the best thing. If you turned it around and peered through a small opening at the end, it turned into one of those Viewfinders jobbies, where you could click to see photos! Not only that, but it was full of pics (from various angles) of the Vatican!
It was ace. I think I lost it. Or it broke. 
Raises hand.
My dad brought one back from his hitchhiking trip down to Ecuador back in the '60s. Don’t know where he picked it up exactly. But for years he kept it mounted on the wall of our basement family room along with a big machete. Creeped me out as a kid.
I very close friend of mine lost a child about a year ago. Poor guy was born the day after the point where they will fight for it.
He lasted 3 months, and then passed on.
She had him cremated, and keeps his ashes in a Build-A-Bear bear.
It wears baby clothes.
She sleeps with it.
She takes it with her if she knows she’s going to be overnight somewhere.
I love her dearly, but I’m also deeply creeped out by that.
Once, my folks went to Mexico and one of the things they brought back was a whip that they gave me. Neither my parents nor I felt that there was anything sinister about it, It was simply a cowboy-esque kind of thing. So I put it up on the wall in a prominent location. Since then, I’ve realized that people seem to think I’m some kind of S&M pain-lover when they see this thing on my wall. It so annoys me. Do they think I’m a crusading knight if I put a sword up there? How about y’all? do find a whip to be a creepy souveneir?
I can’t believe no-one has said this yet:
Gotcha ya!
I swatted at a bee that was buzzing around my Sprite. I hit it and it went into the pop, but became decapitated. I mounted the head on a tiny piece of wood and laminated it. I hung it on my wall.
I have a life sized Rudy Boschwitz (R-MN Former Sen) doll. I picked him up next to a dumpster while I was in college. He was at my wedding. Wearing a kilt.
I have a supersized promotional Stelazine pill. I guess Stelazine is an anti-psychotic tranquilizer.
Of course I have a stuffed frog playing guitar.
And the little boy peeing drink server from Italy.
And a porcine stained glass hanging.
A velvet Elvis from the Elvis is Alive museum outside Saint Louis.
There’s more. I like kitch.
My gpa had his umbilical cord in a little beaded bag his grandmother made for him (Sioux tradition). He died recently and never threw anything away that I’m aware of, so I imagine it’ll show up soon while my mom and uncle are sorting through his stuff.
You know, I have no idea. Been a long time.
Kinda of a creepy old man by all reports (didn’t meet him, myself). Wouldn’t be surprised.
Would’ve been a better token if it had been his head.
Heh. If it was the One Ring, then that means Frodo was a nazi. Are hobbit legs even long enough to goose step?
Cavalry style. Second one down, type 32.
Nah. They have to duck-step.
And NurseCarmen, I am seriously seeing myself getting up in the middle of the night for a drink of water and having a heart attack because I thought ol’ Rudy had broken into my house (to search for the vote he didn’t get from me in '96?)…
Well, no, but then, I’m into S&M. 
I was thinking more along the lines of the SS officer being Sauron. Remember the scene in the first movie, where the king grabs his broken sword and cuts of Sauron’s finger and claims the ring? Yeah, I was picturing that, but with Sauron in an SS uniform.
Well, I own a real human skull.
A present from an old friend who got it from a retired dentist’s office. I keep it in my bookcase. When I go out to camp with the SCA it sits atop my viking banner pole. The funny thing is, everyone assumes it’s fake.
I also still own the 11 inch chrome-steel pins that were used to hold my shattered pelvic bone together until it heeld. They are actually quite handy as tiny little probes when I sculpt or fix antique toys.
My parents have the cremated remains of their previous dog in an urn on the mantel and plan do the same with their current dog when her time comes. Nothing too unusual about that, I suppose.
The somewhat odd thing is that they have asked that one of the urns be put into their own graves with each of them. Possibly they are justing doing that so my brother and I won’t have figure out what to do with the dogs, but I was kind of surprised at first.
My girlfriend has one of these.