My meds aren’t technically contraband since they’re prescribed to me, but I have two different forms of methylphenidate (aka Ritalin) and since I live on a college campus that’s not the best thing to have around.
I think my Silver Leaf knife is contraband here, too.
Oh, and I’m slightly under 21 and I have a tiny bit of absinthe, technically, but it’s a sleep potion that you anoint yourself with on the forehead and also contains my spit, a few other people’s spit, herbs, and I don’t even know what else. It works pretty damn good and gives interesting dreams.
Someone want to explain the logic behind open container laws? If you’re drunk, you’re drunk. If not, then where’s the problem. I guess it’s to prevent idiots from getting drunk while driving, but it seems to me that those are the same people who are gonna drive drunk anyway.
wheresgeorge, do empties count as open containers? Couldn’t they bust anyone driving to recycle stuff in that case?
Interesting to note, I’m pretty sure there are no open container laws in Japan, because with zero tolerance it’s pretty easy to tell if the driver’s been drinking. I thought the same was true in Canada (not the 0% part), but that’s just by what I was told by an ex while living there, and not anything I’d researched.
Mine too. About 95% of the tracks on my iPod are virtual samizdat - bootlegged 78s that can’t be released by the rights holders because they won’t ever sell enough to pay the licensing fees. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I’m stealing something that has no value except as the object of a lawsuit!
A scheduled stimulant, by prescription. So it’s not really illegal for me, but would be a problem if I couldn’t prove that I was authorized to possess it.
Not at the moment… but there was that time in the early 90s when I had a nasty intestinal bug, and finally went to a gastroenterologist, and couldn’t produce a sample on demand (after a week of misery, my gut FINALLY decided to stop!). So I went home and had to take care of matters the next morning.
My trek uptown (Manhattan)… with the “homework” in a jar in my purse… probably got me a few stares as I chortled at the mental image of my purse getting snatched, and the thief’s horror as he investigated what he’d nabbed.
Obviously it never happened, but 15 years later I still giggle at the prospect.
When my first wife and I went on our honeymoon to Jamaica in 1994 I packed everything I needed in 2 duffel bags. One of the bags was also the one I used as a range bag whenever I went out shooting.
We flew out of Detroit, cleared customs in Montego Bay then flew back to opposite. Imagine my shock when I was unpacking at home and found a bag with 10 9mm rounds in the bottom under-pocket do-hickey.
Flying with ammo in your carry-on is a big no-no, of course, but taking ammo into Jamaica is an even bigger one. How no one in security or customs at either airport noticed it is beyond me, particularly since I got pulled out for extra attentive processing coming back into Detroit.
I always try to keep at least a kilo of cocaine in the minivan.
My backpack often contains a pickled dead baby in a jar, for whenever I want to scare the kids in the park.
Not illegal, but potentially embarassing: I have a big ol’ case of bondage equipment in my trunk. For real. I don’t use it at home, so the car seems the most logical and convenient place to keep it.
Oh, and some embarassing CDs. I’m 38 but have a weakness for bubblegum pop.