Reading these stories about the tooth fairy reminded me of other things people keep.
I was in the student theater office with leechboy one day doing publicity stuff for Hamlet when the director of another play came in. She was working on her costumes and other bits when her leading man arrived all panicked. Seem’s he couldn’t find a fake beard and was unable to grow one fast enough. This lady told the poor kid it was no problem she had the perfect solution and took this gross wad of hair out of her purse that she had been keeping since her last trim and stuck it on his face. GAG. She planned to dye the hair clump black and use it for the kids beard and mustache.
Not quite as bad as the time I went to hospital and had to have a full exam (ie probes in all sorts of places you don’t want them) and lo and behold the registrar who walks in to do the exam - my flat mates b/f :eek:. I flat out refused on that one.
I still have Dad’s ashes in the closet. However, my husband has absolutely forbidden me from asking unsuspecting guests if they’d like to meet Dad and then thrusting the cardboard box at 'em.
A scene in a British comedy “Men Behaving Badly” saw Gary giving his idea of a romantic present to his ‘bird’ -
A rack with 10 vials each contraining his bodily fluids
blood, semen, snot, ear wax, spittle, pus etc…
He thought is was lovely to give so much of himself to her…
In fact, my mom worked at a health clinic where one regular was a paranoid schizophrenic. He was convinced that the medical establishment was trying to poison him. Every time he felt a little funny, he would save a “sample” for later analysis. He was still waiting to find a scientist he could trust to do the analysis.
His wife ended up leaving him because he had accumulated so many vials and jars of “horrible stuff” around the house.
I like that idea.