For me, it was a “How to be a sex line operator” manual.
Needless to say, my fiance found it interesting!
So dopers, what is the strangest thing you’ve ever found?
For me, it was a “How to be a sex line operator” manual.
Needless to say, my fiance found it interesting!
So dopers, what is the strangest thing you’ve ever found?
A polaroid of a man’s hairy butt, up in the air, with a dildo stuck in it. Me and a friend found it on the side of the road.
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[li]A bright orange stuffed aligator, in an attic in Wisconsin[/li][li]A big rubber mallet by the side of the road near the Nashville airport.[/li][li]A counterfeit coin with a picture of Martin Luther King on it.[/li][li]A combination microscope/caliadascope/music box. (I gave it to my sister-in-law as a gift.)[/li][li]A hubcap up in the top branches of a tree, miles from the nearest road, in a thick forest. FYI–it was not a Jeep hubcap.[/li][li]A velvet painting of Elvis in a Mao jacket & hat, carrying a copy of the Little Red Book. (at a rummage sale)[/li][li]My stuffed armadillo.[/li][/list=a]
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[li]A bright orange stuffed alligator, in an attic in Wisconsin[/li][li]A big rubber mallet, by the side of the road near the Nashville airport.[/li][li]A counterfeit coin with a picture of Martin Luther King on it. [/li][li]A combination microscope/calliadascope(sp?)/music box. (I gave it to my sister-in-law as a gift.)
[/li][li]A hubcap up in the top branches of a tree, miles from the nearest road, in a thick forest. FYI–it was not a Jeep hubcap.
[/li][li]A velvet painting of Elvis in a Mao jacket & hat, carrying a copy of the Little Red Book. (at a rummage sale) :eek: [/li][li]My stuffed armadillo.
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I didn’t find it but it found me. I was driving down the road when, splat, what appeared to be a used condom landed on my windshield. I studied it for a moment, turned the wipers on to fling it off and went straight to the closest automatic carwash to get my windshield jizz free.
Not actually found by me, but by my mechanic. (with me watching.)
A seat belt buckle from a DIFFERENT model car INSIDE my passenger’s side car door. (Not in the car, in the DOOR).
I’m not sure how strange this is, but about 12 years ago I was walking out of my parents’ house to get the mail. On the ground by the mailbox was a large (but lightly colored) amethyst. I watched the neighborhood for postings of a lost gemstone and never saw them.
Years later I took it to a jewelry store to have it appraised. It was, indeed, amethyst, but the light coloring made it fairly inexpensive. It’s also so large that it has no practical use. It’s cut like it would be for a ring, but I can’t imagine anyone where a 3/4" x 1/2" stone on a finger!
I’ve kept it around ever since. Not quite sure what to do with it–um, anyone have ideas?
Some sort of device to ignite explosives,( I used to work as a lanscape engineer) radio controlled and in the middle nowhere I pressed the on button and 2 minutes later a small explosion was heard( but there was no batteries for the control!)
a hollow, 10" dildo stuffed with baby socks, in the bushes near my house.
Holy crap! Some friends and I found something almost identical outside the Rideau Centre in Ottawa, only it was frontal, with the guy squatting on the dildo. :eek:
A brooch or pendent springs to mind. Or a belt buckle .
Scott,
I live in Ottawa, have my whole life, and in front of the Rideau Centre is where I found “The Manual” :eek:
Wonder what’s going on down in the market late at night.
Now I’m scared
Lotta misplaced sex toys out there, eh?
I’m a sex toy. I know where I am.
Well, EchoKitty, since you asked.
Clean the basement of a house I had recently bought. Stuck in the drainage slit around the basement was what looked like a little girl’s toy lipstick case. I took the top off and turned the knob. Viola, a tiny little dildo rose out. Weird.
ScottEvil, you actually DO sound like a sex toy! More fun than a barrel of monkeys! (Of course, being a straight female, I’ll never know…)
When my grandfather recently died, we went through “his room” where my grandmother never went (i.e. the garage). My grandfather was a very unassuming man with a few strange quirks, but otherwise normal. We found:
an arsenal of about 50 guns including two submachine guns (an Uzi and an Ingram Mac-10)
a random bucket of silver dollars
a rather large collection of porno magazines, most dating back to the 70s and early 80s
a collection of pewter rings, each with a different sexual position on them.
Quite odd, especially the guns. We always knew he had “a few” guns, but no one knew how many or what they were and he never talked about it.
A small green piece of paper about two inches square with (in a neat hand) the words ‘Roxell Roxell Bowshot’ written in the middle of it.
That was more than twenty years ago and I still wonder about it.
Kind of a long story, but – on a ski slope, a glove with a hand in it. Probably.