I have the usual complement of loose papers and CDs. Hmmm … looks like I have a box of cheese and garlic croutons as well. Ooooh, and a “Far Side” desk calendar, too.
I’m too lazy to go in there right now, but I think we have some large navigation charts and some small framed pictures. Nothing exciting…
My phone books, my photo albums and a lot of Nursing books live under my bed.
A pair of Kneissl skis that I use, a pair of 70s-vintage and an antique pair of Kneissls that I don’t use. A rifle case with an AR-15A2 that I built myself.
I’ve got…
A big ol’ plastic chair mat
Several broken-down cardboard boxes
Some… um… magazines…
Nuttin interesting. Mostly a storage space for me.
I used to keep my … um … magazines there, too.
Old burnt Candle, Stuffed animals covered in dust, old chewing tobacco (and I’ve nevered chewed), A locked box that I have no key for, a partially chewed beaver log, a scattered deck of cards, and one wolf spider.
Well it’s not MY fault! They fell down there! Reminds me, though… I should get them out.
2 pair of winter boots, a couple of extra pillows (I have had “pillow issues” lately, can’t seem to find a good one), the alarm clock, some books I am hiding from my SO (I buy too many), 4 or 5 rolls of birthday wrapping paper that I always forget is there until I have bought another roll, and dust bunnies.
Boy, am I boring! I’ve got two baseball bats. One short one, one long one, depending on how tall that burglar is, that I’ve been waiting over twenty five years for… man, that dude is late!!! 
However, when he shows up finally, he’s getting hit in the head, with a bat just made for his height!
The upstairs bed (officially mine)
A stack of artwork done by me
a box of kleenex
my dress shoes
some spare change
a folding knife.
The downstairs bed (officially Mrs. Sengkelat’s, but I sleep in it every night)
A pile of my wife’s journals
A large box of my wife’s non-daily-use lingerie
A box of various…um…marital aids. And extra batteries and some rope.
Do dust rhinos count? 
Luggage (2 suitcases) and cat fur.
4 boxes of crayons (the 96-packs); a bunch of coloring books; construction paper; a box containing: watercolor paint, a bunch of paintbrushes, colored pencils, a pack of glitter crayons, a couple pair of contacts, charcoal pencils, a sketchpad, 2 boxes of envelopes, purple hair dye, red hair dye; a couple photo albums; hair bleach; rat food; aspen shavings and a fish bowl.
I’m not sure I want to know what this says about me.
My little foster sister’s bed. Bunks, obviously. Her bed’s a futon (TWICE THE SIZE OF MINE! And she’s 14 years younger than me!), and it USED to be my couch, until she moved in.
Under HER bed:
- My acoustic guitar, in its very-battered hardboard case
- My fiddle, in three pieces, not counting the bow
- A box of tabs, chords and sheet music
- A dirty cup
- Old socks
- My teddy bear
- HER teddy bear
- One combat boot. I’ve lost the other. I need a new pair, anyway.
- Dust and nasty dirty awful heinous spiders ick ick ick
What’s under my bed? The carpet. I don’t have a bed frame right now so the box spring rests directly on the carpet.
I actually have nice drawers under my bed, in which I keep photo albums and other nostalgic stuff.
Can you believe it? A bed under which things do not live! My boyfriend’s bed, on the other hand… I swear, I would not be surprised if new life evolved under there.
Let’s see…there’s a cat, a ton of assorted cat toys (ping pong balls, furry mice, feathers, ribbon, sticks with string tied to it…)some artwork, a container of black and white film, a pair of white socks, a pair of lace underwear…ah…er…
2 storage boxes of shoes. And that’s it…
Ah, but it’s not shoes that’s in there, is it? I say it’s the severed heads of dozens of tiny mutant dwarves, each with a disarmingly white smile, eyes still ablaze…
I forgot. Also under my bed is my pet wallabye Dave. He’s been trained to seek out the hottest women in the world and then drag them back to my lair. But Dave’s a slow learner, and he keeps bringing back pictures of Topo Gigio and Rosie O’Donnell in various stages of undress…