I’ve still got an old cast from when I broke my leg in the 3rd grade. Originally saved it because all my little class mates had signed it. My wife thinks it is quite strange and creepy that I would still have this thing 30 years later. I thought I tossed it last time we moved, but just stumbled across it last night when I was digging through a closet in the garage.
How about you? What is the wierdest thing you have?
(Thanks to “Mr.” for inspiration on this thread.)
I would have to say a picture I clipped out of the newspaper about 15 years ago of Mr. Rogers playing the cello with Yo-Yo Ma.
Spinal menengitis.
Okay, after that really rude and uncalled for joke, let me actually truthfully answer the question.
I own:
A Herbert Hoover action figure.
That’s right. An action figure of The Great Engineer, the 31st President of the United States, complete with karate chop action and Depression-activating trigger finger.
If requested, I’ll bring it to any future Doper events so that people may realize the full power and weirdness of such a thing.
A stuffed frog band. And I don’t mean stuffed like cute fluffy toy frogs – I mean taxidermied frogs. I bought them in Mexico. Five big bullfrogs, standing up, with a wooden instrument nailed to their ‘hands’. One plays the guitar, one has a sax, one has a trumpet, one plays the bongos, one plays a bass. The set also came with two smaller frogs sitting at a table having some drinks.
An apron made of gauzy curtain-type material with tiny plastic babies sewn all over it. This was given to me at my wedding reception by my maid of honor and is, so I was told, a Polish tradition of some sort. The significance is obvious. It also seems to have worked.
I have each and every single one of my baby teeth in a little jar.
A necklace made from my best friend’s toenail.
A brick from the Palace Theater on Broadway.
A filing cabinet full of obituaries.
A pair a gold lamé spike heels purchased from “The Egg Lady,” Edie Massey.
And—courtesy of Ukelele Ike—a framed photo of a guy who’s been dead 150 years.
Eve:
You didn’t mention that it’s a recent photo. I’d hate for everyone to think that I fob off worthless antiques on my buddies.
Let me see…I’d have to say either the phrenology bust, the bass recorder, or the row of framed prints by Lee Brown Coye, the Weird Tales illustrator.
I have a necklace that my older brother gave me that has a Racoon’s penis bone on it. I can’t wear it 'cuz I feel too bad for the Racoon.
BratMan007, your response was funny enough to start with, but the part about the smaller frogs sitting at a table having some drinks was just too much. LOL
The only thing I can think of at the moment that I have myself is hair from someone who died, but that’s more morbid than weird.
I am really impressed with the Herbert Hoover actino figure.
It makes my contribution seem kind of paltry but I will tell you anyway-
I have a flying rat. I made it myself.
I taxidermed a rat, borrowed a pair of pigeon wings and sewed them on.
I also made a borg rat, a two-headed rat, a rat with two asses (Naturally- I wouldn’t want to waste the discarded asses from the two-headed rat). Oh yes, and there’s also that rat I made with the wheels and water faucet sticking out of its back.
I didn’t kill any of these animals, by the way.
They were dead when i got them.
My hollow life size purple glass head
My 4 pack of plastic dreidels
Procrutes, I’m not a doctor or anything, but I don’t think penises have bones. Not even raccoon’s penises.
The internet is too much fun:
Actually Eve, Racoon’s DO have penis bones. I’m not too much of a hunter, but the rest of my family are, and the one Dave gave me, he, ahem, skinned himself. I even have a link, but I don’t know how to post it so I’ll just paste the sucker in.
http://www.clarkson.edu/~kolodzjm/craplinks.html
Aw Crap. I hope I don’t become known as the World’s expert on animal penises now…
Jimney crickets. Ya learn something new every day.
I take off my hat and bow to you as the world’s leading expert on raccoon dicks.
If anyone’s interested, the penis bone is also referred to as the os priapus.
Your Brain-Bone-in-a-Jar,
Myron
Hmmm…
I think my piece of chocolate from the British Army in the Boer War (1899-1902) qualifies as weird, or at least quite odd. (It was a present from Good Queen Vic at Xmas of 1899).
I have a package of First World War cigarettes sent to our brave boys in the trenches at Christmas 1914 by Princess Mary. Each ciggie (non-filter, of course), bears her personal monogram. “Here boys, if the poison gas doesn’t kill you, try lung cancer.”
Oh yes–a set (upper and lower) of false teeth made entirely of aluminum, made in a German POW camp in WWII. Since they were made by a British POW, I suppose they are actually made of aluminium. Prisoner not included.
I think that the weirdest thing that I have is my collection of my own broken fingernails. I have always had very long fingernails (my left ringfinger-nail was over an inch long until it broke just the other day). I used to just discard the broken ones, but a former girlfriend of mine was rather fascinated by them, so I got into the habit of saving them for her when they broke. The relationship ended long ago, but the habit remains, only now I keep them myself…
That is one of the most disgusting things I have ever heard. Eve, please explain!