I’d dispose of meth lab stuff, keep the $100,000 and give a significant percentage of it away to charity anonymously.
Like many others, dispose of the equipment and keep the cash. Open a music venue - I’ve worked for dozens of them, and the music side is all cash. Keep the food and drink part totally legit and on the up and up, but music equipment, labor and talent is paid for with cash. I’ve been in the field for more than 30 years, and that is how it works.
I’d spend it all on hookers, so that the money could find its way back to its rightful, meth-dealing owners.
After I literally laundered the money (in the washing machine to get off any meth by-products), I would just spend it on things like gas and groceries for a few years.
Or the Hoff.
It’s the Ciirrrcle of Liiiiife…
I don’t really understand this fear of getting “involved”. Involved in what? You take the cash, dump the drug crap and the bag in the trash and that’s it. What is there to get “involved” in?
Why on earth would I grab an obviously full bag and put it in my car without looking what’s inside it? Seriously, does any have any curiosity?
Well, the scenario was a dark windy road at night. Not a good place to stop and dawdle.
Probably not a good spot to stop and pick up a suspicious bag, either!
Really. Even taking the bag (and turning the money in) means you potentially stole a drop off, and were witnessed doing so by the cops or a drug smuggler.
It wasn’t about you in the first place. You never said you would return it just to avoid the hassle. Where did you get the idea that it was about you?
Let’s see $100,000 over five years is $20,000 a year. That is $384.61 per week.
You could easily fritter that away and in the meantime save your own legit money.
I’d keep it for sure. Just think no more laundramat and waiting. I could just drop it off and leave 
I’d leave it and pretend I never saw the thing. Somebody is going to come looking for missing $100,000 and supplies, and I’d be much more nervous about getting on the wrong side of a bunch of drug dealers who think I ripped off their stash than the cops or the IRS. I have no desire to be shot in the back of the head at close range.
Since this was obvious drug money, I was all about turning in the meth lab and keeping the money until this post. That thought alone would make me so anxious I would probably freak out and turn it all in. If I didn’t know it was drug money, I would most certainly turn it in. I would feel awful keeping Mrs. Magilacuty’s life savings.
No it does not, because turning in abandoned property to the police is not stealing.
:rolleyes: OK, look, the scenario in no way could have been any kind of set-up or drop-off for whoever. No one’s gonna just throw a bag into the middle of the road and hope the right person stops and takes it.
I thought it was obvious from the scenario posted that something happened along the lines of “dumbass druggie person put the bag on the roof while getting his keys out and then forgot it and drove off and the bag fell off on the road”.
I guess I just don’t get the fear and paranoia here. 
I think it definitely has something to do with the fact that unexpected windfalls work out poorly for the protagonists in every single movie or book. I mean, I know we all read “The Pearl” in junior high, but, fellas, the titular treasure was just a metaphor. Or, from a slightly different angle, lots of people are fearful about taking the money because a movie about a guy who finds a sack full of cash and then has everything work out swimmingly for him would be pretty boring.
First, I would hide the bag under my bed. I would take about 30 dollars out and go to Home Depot and buy a shovel, a garden hose, a 5 gallon bucket, some nice sod, and a 20 oz dr. pepper from the stand at the register. Hey, I can afford it now. I would then bury the bag in my backyard, covering it with the nice sod. Then I would mix up the bag of cement, unbury the bag, remove the money and put the rest in the 5 gallon bucket. I would pour the cement into the bucket and pray there won’t be any chemical reactions that will kill me. Once it’s hardened, I would rent a yacht, go a few miles offshore, and drop the cement bucket in the ocean. I would laugh all the way home.
Now I would just use the money, conveniently stored under a loose floorboard, because all cool houses have those, for day to day expenses for a really long time.
Call the cops and turn the whole mess in, and then put a claim on the money as “found.”