My boyfriend found Polaroid pictures of various bondage equipment (no people though, thank God!) and a bullet in his Integra. This same previous owner also clamped the shocks to “lower” the car, installed an extremely loud exhaust, and spray-painted it black. Needless to say this car is an absolute piece of shit.
In the trunk of my used Lumina, I found a free sample of that hot oil stuff women put in their hair. It was still attached to the cardboard advertisement it must have been mailed or given out with.
I threw it out.
An English-made machete behind the rear seat of a '73 Pontiac station wagon. That was 19 years ago, and I’ve cut tons of brush with it since then, as well as killing several snakes.