Besides keys, of course. Although if you want to say how many keys, go right ahead.
I have:
5 keys
Syracuse University lanyard Gran Turismo 3: A-spec keychain (reverse side says “The Drive of Your Life”
Miniature San Jose Sharks goalie mask
CVS ExtraCare tag
I’m sure people have tons more stuff than me. Whatcha got?
A St. Christopher medal (A silly thing for an atheist to have, but if I take it off and have a wreck, my Mom would never stop with the “I told you so’s”, since she gave it to me when I started to drive years ago.)
A pewter Snoopy dressed as the WWI flying ace, a gift from my sister.
squishy eyeball thing that “gooshes” blood and makes a disgusting sound.
clown when squeezed his eyeballs pop out
Bart Simpson showing his butt
one of those things for your keyring that whoever finds them can put them in the postbox and they will get sent to Stanford Blood Bank. Who will then call me. One Gallon Donor, Baby!
I have a keychain that has a red light and 4 key rings on it.
I have my house keys
My Parents appartment key
an Elevator key (Allows me to have me own personal express elevator. )
Car keys
and an illuminating Lightsaber from the JK2 game.
Five keys (house, storage garage, parents’ house, in-laws’ house)
Miniature Victorinox Swiss Army knife
Giant Food Stores Bonus card
Small blue Krypton flashlight advertising PowerStroke Diesel engines
The keys to each of my cars are on different fobs: Outer Banks lighthouses for the Buick and station wagon, and brand logos for my Taurus and Cadillac.
Five keys:
[ul]
[li]Parents’ house key[/li][li]My apartment key[/li][li]My car key[/li][li]Friend’s house key[/li][li]Friend’s mailbox key[/li][/ul]
One ‘Wisconsin Dells’ key thingy with my name on it, given to me by Joey Hemlock, and one metal ‘Peterbuilt’ key thingy.
5 keys, one for a small lock that I keep on my “electric box”. (A metal box like you’d see on a wall with, y’know, electrical thingamajiggers in it. Only, this one I found in a trash can in perfect condition, and now it is used to store letters and such.)
The purpose of one key has long since been forgotten, but I keep it around in case I ever remember and it turns out to be important.
Miniature faux Swiss-army knife.
Guinness bottle opener. (Doesn’t it just rule, Ferrous? I love the thing.)
Seven keys, house, truck, truck toolbox, briefcase, desk, 2 suitcase keys, the P-38 can opener that I brought back from my '68-'69 S.E. Asian vacation, a “World’s Greatest Dad” bottle opener, and the quick release pin that connects the half of the key ring that I carry, to the other half.
Besides keys there is just the remote for my car and a Guinness Flying Toucan (actually I think it can be used as a bottle opener in a pinch). I usually have a small swiss army knife, but stupidly I forgot to take it off when I had to take a flight last week. Confiscated.
5 keys:[ul][li]car key[]bike lock key[]parents’ house[]old apartment (I’m still paying rent, so I get a key)[]current house[/ul][/li]2 grocery store savers cards
a penny that’s had a smiley face pattern punched into it
a University of Wisconsin bottle opener–a 21st birthday present (sadly, Bucky and the word “Wisconsin” have been rubbed off, prob. due to repeated use )
Keys to my house, my store, the store storage room, the store down the street, the store down the street’s deposit box, the store upstairs, the store in the 'burbs, the deposit key for the store in the 'burbs, my mom’s house, my church, my car, my truck, my daughter’s car…13 in all.
Key tags for Drug Mart, CVS, Conrad’s Car Care, Giant Eagle, Tops, Heinen’s.
A broken key chain that says, in cut-out newspaper letters, “Give me all your chocolate and nobody gets hurt”…which is appropriate because I work for Godiva.
A brass tag given me by the favorite woman I ever worked for. (Gad I hope the boss isn’t reading this.) It once had the logo of the library where we worked, but it has been worn smooth.
12 keys and a baby leatherman. My truck key, her car key, my truck tool box key, my house, her folks house, my moms house, two master lock keys for work, two keys that I have to give back when I’m done with my current jobsite, one for my closet in the basement that is never ever locked, and one to change the combination to the locks at work every time someone is fired or quits on bad terms.
The baby leatherman opens bottles in a pinch.