What's the strangest thing you own?

I’ve got a five and a half foot claymore, plaster replicas of my upper and lower teeth, a WWII Nazi para-trooper helmet, and this thing… It’s a short sword with a ten and a half inch blade and some kind of animal horn for a handel. We found it in my grandparent’s house, and no one knows quite what it is or where it came from. We think it’s ceremonial, but that’s just because it looks like it was never sharp.

I could get into the wierd crap my parents have, but I’d probably be over the 2000 character limit.

You’re not the only one. I came across this site the other day. It’s really quite interesting.

No, no flashgun.

a one-year subscription to The Straight Dope…

A goo tube.

Okay, it’s not that strange.

How about the downright bizarre? A Jar Jar Binks watch.
(It was a birthday present, okay?) Thank goodness I didn’t actually spend a cent on it.

Salt And Pepper Shakers-

Frankenstein And Bride Of Frankenstein

King Kong and Empire State Building

Ceramic denture salt and pepper set.
A Waffle Dog maker, in the original box with instructions. I have not had much luck in my attempts to make a Waffle Dog

A Nestle Quik pitcher. The Quik bunny is popping out of the lid. Turn his ears to move the blender propeller.

A Gobots cereal bowl

Ice tongs wit teeth on the end

A lifesize bust of man. His head is hollow except for a large flame.

On The Fridge-

A small plastic gargoyle with magnetic feet (Tech Deck Dudes I think)

Another action figure with magnetic feet- green skin, one eye, tusks, black uniform.

Various magnets from old speakers.

A 3 foot tall cardboard Frankenstein

A red, yellow, blue and green thermos made to resemble a robot

A glass vase filled with MUSCLE things (inch high, pink, plastic figurines)

An NCR tablet pc Linko

2 leisure suits

The alien head from an Alien Pops counter display

A Ross Perot cat toy

All My Children- the board game. . . by TSR

A plush mutant baby- lobster body, human face (It’s mean to look like a baby in a costume. But, it looks like a mutant)

Talking Dolls-

Ed Grimley

Freddy Krueger

Pee Wee Herman

Geez, I’ve probably got loads of odd crap I’ve stuffed away somewhere and forgotten. Here are a few items I can think of:

  1. A red plastic letter opener with the handle molded in the shape of a hat-wearing Fuller Brush Man

  2. A shot glass bearing a picture of a GM diesel locomotive and the words “On U.S. railroads, 1 oz. of diesel fuel moves 1 ton of freight five miles”

  3. A die-cast collectable car labeled for Collingwood of the Australian Football League (I’ve never been to Oz and don’t follow AFL football)

  4. A crapload of S & H Green Stamps from the 1960s

  5. A membership card, dated 1916, for the Sayre (PA) Railroad Club

  6. Four French-made gram-weight beam scales that my employer was throwing out

  7. A 35mm camera covered in fake fur with cow spots

  8. A pen bearing the head of Santa Claus, with spring-loaded arms that allow you to stage boxing matches with, presumably, another Christmas-themed pen.

That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Christ only knows what I’d find if I started going through the closet.

The key to room #8 (the one with a bathtub) of Bhavan’s Guest House in Bikaner, India.

Upon getting home from work and examining my stuff, I realize I have some more stuff worth mentioning…

-A dead cuban brown anole in the freezer (can’t bury him till the ground thaws out)
-Two dried seagull wings in the closet
-Magnets that are drawings of cat butts
-A lunchbox with an old wartime ad on it that says, “Whom have YOU exposed to SYPHILIS?”
-A huge dragonfly with a 6" wingspan in a shadow box - it floated past me, dead, when I was fishing a few years ago
-A miniature snake in a can (the can’s only 1" tall, but it says “Chips” on the label - like that’s gonna fool anybody)
-A stuffed Monty Python LIVE Parrot! :smiley: (he’s just pinin’ for the fjords)

I saw Ted Nugent at a concert in 1980(?) where he swung out on a rope wearing nothing but a lioncloth and threw out these big styrofoam rocks.

I have a big chunk of one of those rocks.

At a going away party my buddies threw for me in 1987, one guy gave me a small jar of dirt form the front entrance of the bar at which the party was held, which was also my home away from home three of four days per week. I still have my jar of BuckSnort Dirt from Sphinx Park, Colorado.

I have a/the final original designer rendering of a 1977 International Harvester Travelall. They stopped making them in 1974, so the folks at IH gave this to my dad.

I have copies of Bambi Meets Godzilla and Allegro non Troppo.

I have Bullwinkle boxer shorts… and a Wassamatta U silk tie… and beer stein.

I have a British satirical mezzotint from 1774, Miss Macaroni and her Gallant at the Printshop, which includes a dog pissing on the leg of one of the subjects.

I have one of those cheesy baseball hats that looks like it’s written in Chinese, until you hold it perpendicular to the ground and realize that it says “Go Fuck Yourself”.

True.

True.

The life I was given this time around.

Everything else is very normal. Depending on who you ask.

Unused ticket for the last three nights of events ever to be schduled at the old boston garden… Grateful Dead Concerts…event canceled due to the death of Mr Garcia.

About 350 +/- ceramic coffe mugs…

A sheet of yellow legal paper with ALL of the '97 Stanley Cup Champion Detriot RedWings autographs (sans goalies who do not eat with the team)…one of the players even added #9, Gordie Howe, though I assure you he was not in attendance.

About 900-1000 hand written recipies from both of my grandmothers including such favorites as Buttermilk Candy…Head Cheese…Blood Pudding…tomamto soup cake.

The doctors office pregnacey test thingy from my first born…

Don’t even get me started on the crapmy mom has including and intact, pristine, unopened bottle of pure DDT.

Bosda Di’Chi of Tricor A buddy and Iwere crossing the boarder from Mexico back to USA, took the Crossing gaurds 2 hours and 5 levels of hierarchy to let us pass because of the damn stuffed armadillo he bought…first three levels wanted to cut it open and check for drugs.

Is that all that weird? I have a jar sitting in front of me, and I wasn’t even born then. It isn’t really on display, either, just in transition from one closest to another.

As for me, I have tons of “weird” things, that are only weird because everyone else has bad taste. My entire wardrobe, to some, is “weird.”

For things you just kind of have, I guess I have plenty. Here’s what I can think of:

  • Several recordings, like a calypso song about transvestites by that Fahrakhan guy, the Nation of Islam leader

  • Pipe from a WWII defense bunker off the coast of New Jersey

  • Part of the original foundation of Cape Hatteras, since they moved it just recently

  • Behind me is a mannequin and suit of armor that I dress up for various ocassions, which is slightly weird, I suppose

  • A nearly exact replica of the original Globe theatre done in 18’:1" scale with popsicle sticks, that I can’t part with

  • A (non-working) theremin and working minature harp, ukulele, and minature accordian

  • Several giant masks and various decorations I “permanently borrowed” from Target a couple years ago, from their Halloween displays… Just giant clown, princess, frankenstien, etc masks

  • Who knows what else… all the above is just what is upstairs with me now, and I don’t feel like really looking

A piece of a tablecloth from Windsor Castle during Queen Victoria’s reign

A letter written by the French writer Colette

My rocking horse from 1947

A brief note from Katharine Hepburn

A Clinton-Gore Inaugural baseball hat

An LLBean catalog from the 1950’s

An orange Persian cat that looks like Judi Dench
Bosda, I will trade you some baseball cards for your stuffed armadillo…

I desire no baseball cards, thanks. :slight_smile:

A WWII Nazi armband my grandfather brought back from Europe. We found it in his house after he died, I never got a chance to ask him how he got hold of it.

A velvet Elvis. Hanging on the wall next to our velvet John Wayne.

Not my house, but I was digging through my mother’s china hutch last summer and came across an unopened pack of Hong Kong Phooey napkins. They had to be close to 30 years old.

I have a statue of a group of meerkats, dressed up in Victorian clothing, it has a motion sensor and they sing “Meerkat’s Merry Christmas” when it is activated.

Even by my standards, that is pretty weird.

A small gargoyle made from a Papillon dog. (Called a dog-goyle)

2 artificial eyes - one ice blue, one brown.
A replica Maltese Falcon.