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[li]Ditched to avoid being caught with it by a cop. In some states they’re illegal.[/li][li]Ditched by a parolee to avoid being accused of “possessing a weapon” during a pullover. Or by somebody carrying drugs, for the same reason. Or by some black guy, who -maybe correctly- figures he’s being “profiled” by the cop whose pulling him over.[/li][/list=1]
Not strange at all. But sad. 
uhhhhh…
<koff koff>
That’s a pretty good stretch of the imagination. Sounds like you been watchin’ too much tee wee there, chief.
And … the wheel?
Ten years ago, my cousin and I found a really weird rock in the woods. It was about 15 inches and long shaped like an irregular watermelon. It was green/blue semi-translucent and looked like it had been melted. We spent a while trying to break it by throwing down hard onto other rocks and the street and such, but alas it wouldn’t break. It was heavy like glass but had kind of a plastic or polyurethane texture. We ended up heaving it at a road sign as we drove the road. Now I often wonder if it could have been a meteorite and what it might have been worth 
Fifteen years ago, my dad found a South African Krugerand (big ass gold coin) in a gold pendant, on a thick 24" gold chain, in a parking lot. He ended up selling it at a pawn shop and got well over a thousand dollars for it.
A list of all of the cars that Sculley and Mulder drove. Model, Make, and license plate were listed, as well as the phone numbers they dialed (all had real area codes, just had the usual 555 in them.) I found that in my new apartment’s attic. Weird people lived there I hear.
A mouse nest made from a car manual and sound insulation in the glovebox of a car I bought for a dollar. Small, flat dessicated mice were scattered throughout the car.
Grafitti that stated “Only idiots write grafitti”. Found inside the Paulinskill viaduct in Northwest NJ. Got a great pic of it too.
I’m sorry, but I have to ask (And I’m not doubting what you found, tetsusaru)…why did they need an electron microscope in a mental hospital?
It must have been “Hookhand’s” training camp. 
Ranchoth
Found:
A big-ass frog in my backyard. Sitting under a lemon tree two feet away from my pool. I live in the middle of suburbia in the San Fernando Valley, miles away from any stream, river or other amphibious hideouts. It looked like it was about to die. Just kept hopping around sadly.
A polariod of a friend of mine on the ground as I walking through a parking lot and talking shit about her.
This big weird purple thing that looked like a cut off lizard tail but squirmed like a worm. I reburied it in the flowerbed I found it in.
Count me among the dead finders. I found one in the mighty Mississippi. He had been missing 4 months.
A plastic Richard Nixon shower head.
A fully intact squirrel skeleton.
When I travel to foreign lands, if I have spare coins leftover (you can’t exchange coins) I carry them with me and put them in coin returns when I’m home.
A Life Sized Rudy Boschwitz (Former Senior Senator from the great state of Minnesota) mannequin. Next to a dumpster in an alley behind my girlfriends apartment.
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Freshman year on a field trip to Saint Paul wildlife refuge, we found a condom with a duck head in it tied shut with a 3-foot piece of string. We hit people with it.
When I was in college, my friends and I were browsing a secondhand shop in Miami, Oklahoma, and I found (and bought) what I now call my pursephone. It looks like it was made in the Seventies, maybe the late Sixties. It has a flap-over top and on the front of it, there’s a phone dial with the buttons arranged in a circle, as if the manufacturers were trying to pretend it was a rotary dial. Under the flap, there’s a phone cord that you can plug into a phone jack. The handle is really a phone receiver which is attached to the pursephone with a velcro strap which you can unfasten to release the receiver. As I said, the phone isn’t a real rotary dial, it’s got buttons, but it’s a pulse dialing phone, not a touch tone phone.
I’m so awful at describing this thing. I wish I had a picture of it to post. It’s weird – the guy at the register at the shop where I bought it said that it was one of two they had in stock. I’ve always wondered: why would anyone need a purse (I thought it was a briefcase when I bought it) that doubles as a phone? I mean, if you’re a Seventies business woman on the go (or possibly a man, if it really was a briefcase) and you need to make a phone call, isn’t it pretty likely that any phone jack you find to plug the pursephone into is already going to have a phone plugged into it? All I can think is that it’s some sort of novelty item, but even for a novelty item, it’s just so bizarre.
Any thoughts on this? Does anyone reading this know what I’m talking about? If so, maybe you could describe it a little better. Or better yet, is there anyone out there who owns one of these things?
Legend has it that the purse-phone was so beautiful that the God of the underworld fell in love with it and spirited it down to Hades.
The purse-phone is a somewhat melancholy Goddess, yearning to be free of the underworld, but doomed to spend half the year there.
When it does escape, the world comes alive again.
On the 47th floor of the office building where I worked in Calgary, I walked into the washroom and found strewn across the sink and floor what looked to be chicken feathers and bunched up cat fur!
<insert obligatory Dick-Head joke here>.
I did find $100 bill once. And a 1940 dime.
I don’t think my finds will win any prizes, but:
My mom once found a diamond ring in our front yard while planting sunflowers. She called the people who lived here before us, but it wasn’t theirs’. We still have it around here, somewhere. The diamond is a pretty nice one, about a carat, but the gold band is really tiny. It only fits on my pinky finger, and I have very small hands.
Once I came across a lit roach just lying on the floor in the middle of the hall at school. I stepped on it and left it there.
My friends and I were once just sitting around in English class, talking, when an unopened condom came flying through the air and landed right on the floor in the middle of us. No one else in the class was looking at us or anything, and there was no one in the direction from which it came. One of my friends picked it up and put it in his pocket.
The strangest thing I’ve ever found was this past winter. Mudshark and I were hunting for old bottles (it’s a hobby) at this trash heap back in the woods, and on the way out, in a tractor turn around, we saw what looked like a small patch of fur or feathers. We didn’t really think anything of it.
But then there was a second pile, and a third. Finally, right at the end of the path, where the tracktor enterance meets the road, there was a large wad of the milky-yellow fur, maybe a square foot, an inch or so thick, half frozen. There were maybe five paws sticking up out of it a different angles. There was no discernable head, bones, or other body parts. We didn’t pick at it or anything, but we stood there for some time trying to figure out what in the hell it was. Horribly creepy.
I found a moist towelette from 1959.
I made a page about it:
He was probably hiding behind a tree whipping it while he watched your reactions.
Maybe you could have cut into three pieces and made into a ring and a pair of earrings. Would a matching ring and earrings be considered fashionable?
While helping my uncle remodel his house, we found a novelty token for a free beer at a local bar called Aggie’s. What made it cool was that it was dated during the 1950s.
One day I was filling my truck’s gas tank and noticed what looked like shredded paper in the bed. It turned out to be a torn up picture. I assembled the pieces to discover it was a picture of a girl with her back to the camera and short blue shorts that said “Varsity” on them. No idea who the girl was or where the pic came from.
But by far the funniest/strangest was when I stayed at a large college for a high school honors program. It was during the summer, so there were no regular students there, so we got to stay in the dorms. One of the guys down the hall had a top bunk bed and was poking around in the ceiling tiles and found a very large, peach colored dildo. It was a big veiny one, complete with simulated scrotum. Being the bunch of immature high schoolers we were, we threw it up and down the hall and wiped it on each other’s faces. Ah, the memories…