I have four big black bins in my closet, full of… adult stuff I think those would definitely qualify. Maybe the foxtails, or my hot pink bunny mask, I’ve got a bunch of weird costumes that would raise eyebrows
I am self learned so i often come up with my own creative solutions instead of knowing about a common standard. I can’t imagine anyone but me could maintain it.
In a previous iteration of my server i bent over backwards to make sure /home did not contain any user folders and instead only the mount points to numerous drives. Why? Inexplicably even if you do consider autism.
What the fuck. That's hilarious. My first thought for this questions was 'sex toys' too, but those are easy to explain. I also have a dildo lamp, but I got that from my sister, so also very easy to explain.
My tech stuff is likely going to be the least explainable, but because it's eBay scrap parts hardware, not because I changed /home to a mounting folder though. That's crazy.
Also no, and my admin user started with a capital. Which was also a pain to setup.
I am discribing my previous system though, my current system runs proxmox and is considerably more normal.. though only as normal as i understand it to be.
My first home server did something like this. I didn't understand permissions very well yet (still not 100%, but certainly much more capable now). I think I used /var and maybe /etc to hold my docker compose folders.
Weirdest for sure would be the contents of my journals. For a while during and after the pandemic I wrote a lot of entries very altered and I've also written a lot of entries at the top of some pretty spectacular manic episodes and the bottom of some very dark holes. I can't read them myself because they make me seem quite insane.
Most unexplainable would be a 50 alliance credit note from the Firefly/Serenity universe. They were produced by a gaggle of nerds and exact down to the paper, which is a semi-transparent nylon blend. I was given 300 credits in mixed bills as a joke from someone I had a one night stand with as payment for services rendered, but I've given them out to various fans of the show I've met over the 20 or so years they've been in my possession. If you weren't a mega fan of the show though, they would look like money from some obscure Asian country.
An antique magic wand made of carved oak and opals, I keep locked in an antique wooden case in the top / back of my closet. The entire reason I keep it there like that, is so that when I die, someone will find it.
I used to work for a charity doing construction in disaster areas; building schools, medical centres, plumbing etc. We’d turn up after wars, floods, earth quakes and other stuff like that. Most of us were single men, with zero attachments or responsibilities, so we took the more (potentially) dangerous jobs out there - purely for the adrenaline and the madness.
On arrival in the country a car load of us traveled 100km-ish away from the capital to scout the location we’d be at. After a day or two there we discovered that the situation on the ground really didn’t match the information we’d been given. A rebel army, of sorts, (maybe a militia, more accurately) had regrouped and were coming back towards us. As we were, uh, not local then there was the potential for some kidnapping - or worse - type shenanigans.
Me, 2 colleagues and our fixer (and his mother) decided to get out of there immediately. We “swapped” the charity’s car for a battered Toyota and some local clothes from our fixer’s uncle. (I’m sure he had about 600 uncles in total…)
We encountered a four man forward operations group of the proper army on the road. They asked us to follow them and detour to a village and help evacuate a group of people. We got there, “borrowed” a coach, loaded it up and then we got out of there, quick sharp. Zero incidents.
I don’t think we got the medal for bravery, as such, but more for a lack of cowardice and just doing the right thing when we really could’ve just fucked-off straight to the capital and boarded a plane out of there.
I didn’t mention it when I got back home because if I did it would just look like I was glazing myself - or lying.
I think we ran on adrenaline, fear, and cigarettes for about seven / eight hours… numb, in a kind of autopilot. Apart from the pressure of a fighting force that we never actually encountered it was like a really aggressive hitchhike ride through some extremely gnarly terrain in an underdeveloped country. It sounds far more exciting, and heroic, than it genuinely was.
But, yeah, between you and me I do think it was a cool as fuck thing to do - and survive…
She worked and lived in the town we’d driven to. She was like a teacher, nurse, midwife type for the local women and children around there. She’d been campaigning for the “medical centre” we were gonna build. Seemed friendly, but a little suspicious/wary of us; but that’s kind of understandable. Great cook and a good singer. Super passionate about helping people to be well and better themselves.
The rebels weren’t hugely into female autonomy and education our fixer told us… so we told him to go grab her as we swapped clothes and readied the truck.
I didn’t spend much time with her when we began fleeing because me and my two colleagues bounced around in the flat bed of the Toyota whilst she was upfront in the cab with her son.
You could see she’d been crying - hard - when we got to the other village but she then kind of took charge of the situation and got all the folk onto the coach and started taking care of everyone. She was genuinely pretty solid all around, when she needed to be.
I went back about a year and a half later for the same project and she almost hugged me to death and just wept - I don’t think I’ve ever encountered such raw emotion.
Good stuff. I really think It’s a genuine honour to be an outsider whose actions are recognised and applauded by insiders. It’s basically professionals looking at beginners and saying: good job, well done. It warms my little cockles.
I'm the guy in the office people come to when they need something.
Ibuprofen? Got it. Superglue? Got it. Change for the vending machine? Yup. I keep the change in an envelope I've labeled "petty cash". Inside that envelope , I have a smaller envelope that I've labeled "mad money". I have about $27 worth of Monopoly money in that one.
I have a ton of unique 3d printed firearms. They are legal for me to make and own where I live, but I can't legally sell them or give them away so they have just accumulated over the years haha
I have a plushie Yoshi amiibo from Yoshi's Woolly World, and I've stuck every whisker I've found from my cats into its head, so now it looks like one of those troll dolls.
Probably curious about why I, an atheist, have the Book of Mormon, the Catholic Apocrypha, the Books of Enoch, the Quran, and the standard Bible along with my collection of books on energy healing and astrology.
If an atheist didnt have these I'd consider them a contrarian rather than an atheist. Maybe agnostic but not an atheist, atheists have made an informed decision which you can't do without being informed.
I don't have to read fairy tales to refute that they were real events that actually happened. I would tend to agree with your overall sentiment, but if someone was raised non-religious, had to take history classes, and had a light exposure to different mythological frameworks, I would not say that they are uninformed if they claim to be atheist. I dont have to do a deep dive on Christmas lore to come to the conclusion that Santa is not real.
Went to a religious school and hated everything about the religion. Its awful. Constantly being forced to pray and sing, occasionally having to kneel on a hardwood floor with all your weight on your knees. My knees still hurt thinking about it. Fuck everything about it.
Then I got in trouble for saying I didn't believe in god at the age of like 9 or so. Didn't change my opinion, if anything it reinforced how much I hate religion. But I kept quiet about it to keep out of trouble.
Sorry you went through that. I went through the average American evangelical upbringing on the tail of the "satanic panic". D&D, Pokemon, most television shows, horror movies, certain music, all satanic...Gay people bad, willful women bad, closeted racist predispositions...Evolution and science, wrong...Young earth beliefs...
I bought it all initially because I was not as well educated as I could have been. Luckily, I rolled a high intelligence score, and managed to break out. I look back at that me with disdain and regret, I was a horrible person on religion...
I just read books on everything that I was trained to think was wrong. Evolution fake? Read "On the Origin of Species". Communism is an evil satan movement? read the communist manifesto (did not turn me communist, but at least I understand it). Other religions are wrong? Look into some of their texts, look at them from a historic/mythical lense. Conclusion, religions are myths, and nearly nothing I was told as a kid was as black and white as I thought it was...
Even the oldest stories carry something... After reading enough of them though they are totally retelling of the same stuff (at least most of the ones I've perused have been).
My family probably wouldn't be surprised about anything I own. They know the kind of guy I am.
A stranger might be a bit concerned about a certain wooden chest in my dining room. Large enough to fit an adult man (yes, we tried) but filled to the brim with swords, axes, pieces of armor and a 3 foot wooden spoon.
Edit: second place to a glittery pink princess themed friendship book filled with entries from adult millennials who like retro games, horror movies and metal.
What can I say, I'm a man of niche and geo restricted porn. I have a small collection that I'm trying to broadcast. I saw stache but they dont allaw multi users. Should I just spin up a jellyfin instance and host people and media there?
That's like...99% probably stolen from some Indian graveyard then...lots of bones used by anatomists back in the day (1800-1950)came from graveyards in india.
Aside from adult items, it would be my collection of 400 keys all on a bunch of different connected key rings or maybe my rum bottle full of used needles.
In my desk drawer is a small, plastic black box. Emerging from its surface is a toggle switch, some lights and wires that end in alligator clips. There is no writing at all, inside or out, It starts blinking lights and making an ominous buzzing sound if you let the wires touch each other while it's turned on. I built it myself, and you've got no hope of figuring out what it's for if you don't know already.
::: spoiler spoiler
It's a test light for setting the external ignition timing on airplane engines, to make sure both spark plugs in each cylinder fire at the same time. I doubt even most aircraft mechanics would recognize it because it doesn't look like a "real" one.
:::
Not like a taxidermied mouse, but a cursed computer mouse.
It looks and functions like a normal wireless mouse... Until you get to a page where there is horizontal scrolling capability. Instantly, the mouse will scroll the page all the way to the right. This is especially fun in spreadsheets. The mouse will do this even if it is turned off. The problem is really the wireless reciver, not the actually mouse, but it is still a fun cursed object that I hope to someday unleash on some unsuspecting sibling.
Nice try, feds... Just kidding, I think my place would be pretty boring, actually.
Also I have no idea who would be sorting through my stuff. I'm what's called a "solo ager". I imagine that the first thing to go deliquent would be property taxes. So maybe some city worker that prepares houses to be auctioned or something? Or maybe they don't bother with that and whoever buys my place from auction will be the ones to deal with it?
In my younger years I was a really bad pack rat but I've been pretty successful in getting rid of things (mostly donating it). I always wondered why my grandparents had such barren houses. They weren't rich but they weren't poor. But I did a decent amount of traveling for work with a single carry-on and realized how little I actually need or care about anymore. So the stuff I have is basically utilitarian now. Stuff I don't use is just more to clean and maybe someone else could benefit from it. Even have spare room in my storage shed and I can access everything, which felt like a major accomplishment.
Remember that one really dark hentai that became a meme, "Emergence" or "Metamorphosis?"
I got the bright idea to get a paperback copy of it and now it's just waiting for some catastrophe to unearth it from its hiding place, like a time capsule of bad decisions
Why'd he have a Super Nintendo mouse but not the system, no games, nor anything else related?
Nobody will actually ask that, though. Because nobody would assume it was anything other than an old-school computer mouse with an obsolete connector. And even if they did recognize what it was, nobody would think twice about how odd it is to have that, and only that. The only strange thing, maybe, is that it's stored with my keepsakes and not the rest of my obsolete tech, various cords, & connectors.
But the answer is: When I went away to college, I didn't take my video game stuff with me. My cousins asked to use my SNES and games, so I gave them permission while I was away. They grabbed everything except the mouse. At some point, they decided to sell my stuff to help purchase their Playstation, so I never got my SNES or games back. Then when my parents lost their house to foreclosure a few years later, they packed my things into a box, and gave it to me. I've held onto it for all these decades.
My family are all pretty used to my esoteric magpie habits, but if it was a rando person and assuming my friends came through on their promises about the box in my closet that needs to be burnt before anyone else sees it... there are a lot of options. It's a six-way tie between the box of 2' long molybdenum disilicide foundry heating elements, the remilled RPG-7 (anniversary gift), the 11 steamer trunks, the 16' paper mache snake (I don't actually know where that came from), the fusion reactor or the signed first edition of Uncle Fester's "Silent Death".
(Honerable mention goes to the weirdly high number of harpoons that are just scattered around)
My girlfriend's wisdom teeth, along with two of mine.
I used to collect animal bones in my hometown, where hunters carelessly tossed what they didn't want behind nearby train tracks. Found a whole boar skin once, but only took home little knuckle bones. I might still have them somewhere.
I have a deer skull on my shelf, but I think most people would overlook that. Human teeth left in storage among other junk? Not so much.
Maybe the random junk I keep for crafting.
It was yesterday when I cut up a disposable container's lid to keep a flat 4inch round see-through part. (I was thinking about using it as a base for fridge magnets - I can attach felt and embroidery to it)
I could just buy a big sheet of foamcore from dollar store, but no: random junk it is!
I have a couple guns and of course ammo that corresponds. (No kids have access to the residence). The thing I've noticed though is that I do have a couple rounds that aren't for the guns I currently own. So if I died and someone went through my house they would probably be confused trying to find some hidden gun that corresponds to those. 1 of the rounds I actually just found laying on the floor after I moved in, so it wasn't even mine. I should really find someone to give them too so I dont leave someone panicked about moving a new resident in and thinking a kid may find the "missing" guns.
I'm sorry to report that you are a doomed NPC for some game yet-to-happen, and the reason you have ammo that doesn't match the guns in your house is because the protagonist is meant to progress further before the right weapons become available. Make sure to leave audio logs on how everything went to shit scattered around your place, too!
Teeth. Or did I get rid of them? I hope I did. They're my kid's baby teeth. I found them in a wee box when I moved a while ago, I hope I got rid of them 😱.
Unfinished projects. It's amazing how hard it can be for someone else to see the vision on something until it reaches a certain point.
Also my second knife I forged, the first one being a beautiful bowie that sold at a charity auction the second being a crusty shank with an unpolished metal tang loop around as the handle.
Everyone always laughs when I say "sure I have a knife" for something and break it out.
Reading this thread, although I am kinda demirose I feel like the best reason to want a partner is to have someone do away with your "dirty" collection. Unless whoever would go through it (typically family) just happen to already know all your secret kinks and not be weirded out by them.
My parents will probably be dead by then, but I'm the oldest of a bunch of siblings. I don't keep a huge collection or anything (almost everything I've ever bought is disposable), but I always cringe every time I buy any new supplies wondering "What if I die before this is used up? What are they gonna think?".
I'm not particularly ashamed of my set of kinks, but one of them can read as questionable based on common conception, and while I assume most of them are at least a little kink aware, not one of them seems to be very freaky themselves (which, if they are, they don't let on, and I haven't figured it out (well played... 🥷)), so I worry some about what they'll think when they find it, or what the niblings would think if they ever heard about it.
But even in the worse case scenario I'll be too dead to care.
I'm laughing at the possibility that all your siblings are actually kinky as hell but each of you keeps it carefully to yourselves so you all believe you're the only one who isn't super vanilla.
i cleaned out my uncle’s apartment room because of similar thoughts. he passed from heroin. did not want grandma to see that stuff. so i cleaned it up. along with his copy of “girls who eat girls”. such an odd name for a porno.
I cannot stand the industry's tendency to call them "girls".
"Women who eat women" isn't really that weird, unless you've never consumed any porn before.
The amount of log. The pictures, the journals, the dedicated web apps to keep track of things... It would be too much work to sort through and would go to waste, I'm sure. That's why I've started a new habit of "making things usable". When I die, would someone be able to go through my stuff, search in it, find the bits that are interesting?
The USB in the safe, it'll give access to the password manager. The possibilities are endless after that I suppose and could continue to grow until such day.
Not even a joke for me. But it's a bone, singular.
Long story short: I picked it up from a jungle floor in Kenya. No clue what animal it belonged to. Also no idea how there was no issue taking it back home... Anyway, it's on display.
I have a box of "crafting ingredients" in my closet. It is full of buttons, aluminum scales, wire, leather cord, thread, random electrical components, ect...
nothing, because I doubt anyone that would clean out my belongings would give enough of a fuck to think about anything before stuffing it into a bag and throwing it in a dumpster.
I come across shit all the time that I’m like “what the fuck even is this? Why do I have this?” And it goes in a “what the fuck?” Box until I either figure it out or the heat death of the universe happens, whichever comes first.
As for actual stuff I know the use for, I have a light ball a friend gave me as a housewarming gift. It doesn't work anymore, it doesn't have buttons or any way to replace batteries, it was shake activated, but there’s nothing loose bumping around in it, and the weight is well distributed so it doesnt really feel like there’s anything in it, and transitioned through colors. It is flat on one side but otherwise a white ball about the size of a baseball, which would likely make people go “what the fuck? This a cat toy or smth?”
I'm not gonna embarrass myself with the first set of things, so probably a few things on my devices. I have some NSFW and SFW kinda spicy stuff on my laptop, 2 desktops, and phone. Things I would personally be kinda embarrassed about sharing with people that aren't furries... it's yiff and SFW furry writing of mine. A lot of incomplete writing, mind you.
Everything is explainable to people who know me, sadly but - for the sake of the prompt - let's just say they pull random people in off the street for some reason. Is it the eeePC that's weird? The four PlayStations and one PSOne with a Japanese copy of the game of life with controller? The piles of cardboard and boxes in the garage, some of which are cut into shapes that may eventually turn into a cardboard 1/10 scale truck? The medical tubing and zip ties?
No, I'm willing to be the most unexplainable thing to strangers would be...
Two copies of Catherine: Full Body on the Switch, still sealed in their packaging. I've got a bunch of Switch games so at first glance finding a Switch game isn't so weird but why two? And why are they both unopened?
This! People hide their interests cuz "they are weird" or "I don't want my friends to know about this", its just your interests the people who support stay that's all 🤷♂️
I knew a tattoo artist who bought a Bad Dragon just for the lulz. He went in with another member of the shop, and they had fun hiding it in different places for people to find.
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CultLeader4Hire@lemmy.world · 62 pts · 2d
I have four big black bins in my closet, full of… adult stuff I think those would definitely qualify. Maybe the foxtails, or my hot pink bunny mask, I’ve got a bunch of weird costumes that would raise eyebrows
empireOfLove2@lemmy.dbzer0.com · 38 pts · 2d
Nah those are perfectly explainable. U jus freaky like dat
Rai@lemmy.dbzer0.com · 8 pts · 2d
I don’t think anyone in my family is ready to confront the reality of a knotted dragon dick, but my friends have all seen Chance before!
I have a family member who has walked in on tail things, but even that family member would not be prepared for the sheer quantity of tails…
webghost0101@sopuli.xyz · 47 pts · 2d
Honestly, my network and server.
I am self learned so i often come up with my own creative solutions instead of knowing about a common standard. I can’t imagine anyone but me could maintain it.
In a previous iteration of my server i bent over backwards to make sure /home did not contain any user folders and instead only the mount points to numerous drives. Why? Inexplicably even if you do consider autism.
daggermoon@piefed.world · 10 pts · 2d
You sound like me.
DaGeek247@fedia.io · 9 pts · 2d
What the fuck. That's hilarious. My first thought for this questions was 'sex toys' too, but those are easy to explain. I also have a dildo lamp, but I got that from my sister, so also very easy to explain.
My tech stuff is likely going to be the least explainable, but because it's eBay scrap parts hardware, not because I changed /home to a mounting folder though. That's crazy.
diaphragmwp@discuss.tchncs.de · 3 pts · 1d
The... fucking what... Let me guess, user dirs go into /var?
webghost0101@sopuli.xyz · 2 pts · 1d
diaphragmwp@discuss.tchncs.de · 1 pts · 11h
Sooooooo you only login as root?
webghost0101@sopuli.xyz · 1 pts · 11h
Also no, and my admin user started with a capital. Which was also a pain to setup.
I am discribing my previous system though, my current system runs proxmox and is considerably more normal.. though only as normal as i understand it to be.
njordomir@lemmy.world · 2 pts · 23h
My first home server did something like this. I didn't understand permissions very well yet (still not 100%, but certainly much more capable now). I think I used /var and maybe /etc to hold my docker compose folders.
beliquititious@lemmy.blahaj.zone · 42 pts · 2d
Weirdest for sure would be the contents of my journals. For a while during and after the pandemic I wrote a lot of entries very altered and I've also written a lot of entries at the top of some pretty spectacular manic episodes and the bottom of some very dark holes. I can't read them myself because they make me seem quite insane.
Most unexplainable would be a 50 alliance credit note from the Firefly/Serenity universe. They were produced by a gaggle of nerds and exact down to the paper, which is a semi-transparent nylon blend. I was given 300 credits in mixed bills as a joke from someone I had a one night stand with as payment for services rendered, but I've given them out to various fans of the show I've met over the 20 or so years they've been in my possession. If you weren't a mega fan of the show though, they would look like money from some obscure Asian country.
Archangel1313@lemmy.ca · 16 pts · 2d
An antique magic wand made of carved oak and opals, I keep locked in an antique wooden case in the top / back of my closet. The entire reason I keep it there like that, is so that when I die, someone will find it.
bizarroland@lemmy.world · 5 pts · 2d
Dang, I need to do this and then tap into my Codex Seraphinianus for some sigils to carve on the box.
Oaksey@lemmy.world · 6 pts · 2d
Firefly was 20 or so years ago?! ... oh yeah, wow, it was
Noel_Skum@sh.itjust.works · 37 pts · 2d
A military medal that was awarded to me.
I have never been a member of any nation’s armed forces.
Pika@hikki.team · 18 pts · 2d
I need the story now
Noel_Skum@sh.itjust.works · 42 pts · 2d
It’s not really that exciting, in retrospect:
I used to work for a charity doing construction in disaster areas; building schools, medical centres, plumbing etc. We’d turn up after wars, floods, earth quakes and other stuff like that. Most of us were single men, with zero attachments or responsibilities, so we took the more (potentially) dangerous jobs out there - purely for the adrenaline and the madness.
On arrival in the country a car load of us traveled 100km-ish away from the capital to scout the location we’d be at. After a day or two there we discovered that the situation on the ground really didn’t match the information we’d been given. A rebel army, of sorts, (maybe a militia, more accurately) had regrouped and were coming back towards us. As we were, uh, not local then there was the potential for some kidnapping - or worse - type shenanigans.
Me, 2 colleagues and our fixer (and his mother) decided to get out of there immediately. We “swapped” the charity’s car for a battered Toyota and some local clothes from our fixer’s uncle. (I’m sure he had about 600 uncles in total…)
We encountered a four man forward operations group of the proper army on the road. They asked us to follow them and detour to a village and help evacuate a group of people. We got there, “borrowed” a coach, loaded it up and then we got out of there, quick sharp. Zero incidents.
I don’t think we got the medal for bravery, as such, but more for a lack of cowardice and just doing the right thing when we really could’ve just fucked-off straight to the capital and boarded a plane out of there.
I didn’t mention it when I got back home because if I did it would just look like I was glazing myself - or lying.
Saber_is_dead@lemmy.world · 32 pts · 2d
Mate. That's exciting as fuck.
Noel_Skum@sh.itjust.works · 11 pts · 2d
I think we ran on adrenaline, fear, and cigarettes for about seven / eight hours… numb, in a kind of autopilot. Apart from the pressure of a fighting force that we never actually encountered it was like a really aggressive hitchhike ride through some extremely gnarly terrain in an underdeveloped country. It sounds far more exciting, and heroic, than it genuinely was.
But, yeah, between you and me I do think it was a cool as fuck thing to do - and survive…
MajorMajormajormajor@lemmy.ca · 9 pts · 2d
Literally saved peoples lives, "a bit boring, honest!". I want to see what exciting is to them...
Pika@hikki.team · 6 pts · 2d
Doubling other commenter. This absolutely is insane and cool and worthy of a medal.
dave@feddit.uk · 5 pts · 1d
I want to hear the story about the fixer’s mother. She sounds impressive.
Noel_Skum@sh.itjust.works · 8 pts · 1d
She worked and lived in the town we’d driven to. She was like a teacher, nurse, midwife type for the local women and children around there. She’d been campaigning for the “medical centre” we were gonna build. Seemed friendly, but a little suspicious/wary of us; but that’s kind of understandable. Great cook and a good singer. Super passionate about helping people to be well and better themselves.
The rebels weren’t hugely into female autonomy and education our fixer told us… so we told him to go grab her as we swapped clothes and readied the truck.
I didn’t spend much time with her when we began fleeing because me and my two colleagues bounced around in the flat bed of the Toyota whilst she was upfront in the cab with her son.
You could see she’d been crying - hard - when we got to the other village but she then kind of took charge of the situation and got all the folk onto the coach and started taking care of everyone. She was genuinely pretty solid all around, when she needed to be.
I went back about a year and a half later for the same project and she almost hugged me to death and just wept - I don’t think I’ve ever encountered such raw emotion.
Nothing but respect for her.
helpImTrappedOnline@lemmy.world · 20 pts · 2d
Imagine their entire family has no idea where the medal came from, but like 12 random people on the internet have the full story.
RecursiveParadox@piefed.social · 4 pts · 2d
Similar for me: two challenge coins of units that did not officially exist (at that time).
Noel_Skum@sh.itjust.works · 4 pts · 1d
Good stuff. I really think It’s a genuine honour to be an outsider whose actions are recognised and applauded by insiders. It’s basically professionals looking at beginners and saying: good job, well done. It warms my little cockles.
Feathercrown@lemmy.world · 3 pts · 2d
I have a "challenge coin" someone made for an online community I'm a part of
Fallibilist@feddit.uk · 32 pts · 2d
The massive horse dildo may be a bit of an head scratcher, though knowing me - maybe not that surprising thing to find.
ouRKaoS@lemmy.today · 31 pts · 2d
I think you can find something better to scratch your head with...
noxypaws@pawb.social · 2 pts · 2d
I can't imagine using my own massive horse dildo to scratch my own head. My arms aren't long enough!
NycterVyvver@fedinsfw.app · 29 pts · 2d
I'm the guy in the office people come to when they need something. Ibuprofen? Got it. Superglue? Got it. Change for the vending machine? Yup. I keep the change in an envelope I've labeled "petty cash". Inside that envelope , I have a smaller envelope that I've labeled "mad money". I have about $27 worth of Monopoly money in that one.
iceberg314@slrpnk.net · 29 pts · 2d
I have a ton of unique 3d printed firearms. They are legal for me to make and own where I live, but I can't legally sell them or give them away so they have just accumulated over the years haha
DoubleDongle@lemmy.world · 23 pts · 2d
Nice try, CIA guy, how about you come on down and see it for yourself if you really must know.
Lokoschade@feddit.org · 23 pts · 1d
I have a plushie Yoshi amiibo from Yoshi's Woolly World, and I've stuck every whisker I've found from my cats into its head, so now it looks like one of those troll dolls.
Tinks@lemmy.world · 14 pts · 1d
I have this same plushie and am horrified by this image
Lokoschade@feddit.org · 31 pts · 1d
worsebetter with time. This is what yours could become.dwemthy@lemmy.world · 6 pts · 23h
That's incredible!
stoly@lemmy.world · 21 pts · 2d
Probably curious about why I, an atheist, have the Book of Mormon, the Catholic Apocrypha, the Books of Enoch, the Quran, and the standard Bible along with my collection of books on energy healing and astrology.
phoenixz@lemmy.ca · 23 pts · 1d
Those books all together in one place would tell me you're probably an atheist without even knowing you
isles@infosec.pub · 11 pts · 2d
Well-read atheists have more credibility
mojofrododojo@lemmy.world · 10 pts · 1d
I mean, in my personal experience, non-believers study religion a lot more than ardent adherents.
hence the distinct lack of affiliation.
Doublenut@lemmy.zip · 9 pts · 2d
If an atheist didnt have these I'd consider them a contrarian rather than an atheist. Maybe agnostic but not an atheist, atheists have made an informed decision which you can't do without being informed.
whoxtank28@lemmy.world · 14 pts · 2d
I don't have to read fairy tales to refute that they were real events that actually happened. I would tend to agree with your overall sentiment, but if someone was raised non-religious, had to take history classes, and had a light exposure to different mythological frameworks, I would not say that they are uninformed if they claim to be atheist. I dont have to do a deep dive on Christmas lore to come to the conclusion that Santa is not real.
HerbGrower@slrpnk.net · 5 pts · 1d
Went to a religious school and hated everything about the religion. Its awful. Constantly being forced to pray and sing, occasionally having to kneel on a hardwood floor with all your weight on your knees. My knees still hurt thinking about it. Fuck everything about it.
Then I got in trouble for saying I didn't believe in god at the age of like 9 or so. Didn't change my opinion, if anything it reinforced how much I hate religion. But I kept quiet about it to keep out of trouble.
whoxtank28@lemmy.world · 2 pts · 1d
Sorry you went through that. I went through the average American evangelical upbringing on the tail of the "satanic panic". D&D, Pokemon, most television shows, horror movies, certain music, all satanic...Gay people bad, willful women bad, closeted racist predispositions...Evolution and science, wrong...Young earth beliefs...
I bought it all initially because I was not as well educated as I could have been. Luckily, I rolled a high intelligence score, and managed to break out. I look back at that me with disdain and regret, I was a horrible person on religion...
I just read books on everything that I was trained to think was wrong. Evolution fake? Read "On the Origin of Species". Communism is an evil satan movement? read the communist manifesto (did not turn me communist, but at least I understand it). Other religions are wrong? Look into some of their texts, look at them from a historic/mythical lense. Conclusion, religions are myths, and nearly nothing I was told as a kid was as black and white as I thought it was...
stoly@lemmy.world · 1 pts · 2d
Very true.
spittingimage@lemmy.world · 5 pts · 1d
My reaction would be "I guess they were well-informed about their choices."
ITGuyLevi@programming.dev · 3 pts · 1d
Even the oldest stories carry something... After reading enough of them though they are totally retelling of the same stuff (at least most of the ones I've perused have been).
dfyx@lemmy.helios42.de · 18 pts · 2d
My family probably wouldn't be surprised about anything I own. They know the kind of guy I am.
A stranger might be a bit concerned about a certain wooden chest in my dining room. Large enough to fit an adult man (yes, we tried) but filled to the brim with swords, axes, pieces of armor and a 3 foot wooden spoon.
Edit: second place to a glittery pink princess themed friendship book filled with entries from adult millennials who like retro games, horror movies and metal.
GreenKnight23@lemmy.world · 16 pts · 1d
probably the zombie porn.
yeah... that or the Dino porn.
Aneb@lemmy.world · 4 pts · 1d
Thats a vanilla collection
GreenKnight23@lemmy.world · 4 pts · 1d
what can I say, I'm a man of simple tastes.
Aneb@lemmy.world · 1 pts · 18h
What can I say, I'm a man of niche and geo restricted porn. I have a small collection that I'm trying to broadcast. I saw stache but they dont allaw multi users. Should I just spin up a jellyfin instance and host people and media there?
The later is a question for lemmings ty!
Bruncvik@lemmy.world · 15 pts · 1d
My Zip discs. Kids today barely recognise floppies; they'd be completely stumped with those fat floppies that don't seem to fit anywhere.
HerbGrower@slrpnk.net · 9 pts · 1d
Kids on finding your floppies: Why do you have save icons?
the_crotch@sh.itjust.works · 1 pts · 59m
Zip disks are.practically common compared to ls120
BreadOven@lemmy.world · 15 pts · 2d
Hmmm. Probably a (real) human spine (not my own).
impairedimperator@lemmy.zip · 22 pts · 2d
...was it ethically sourced, at least?
Phunter@lemmy.zip · 20 pts · 2d
Keepsake from a Mortal Kombat style fatality execution no doubt.
DaGeek247@fedia.io · 12 pts · 2d
That sounds ethically sourced to me! Ain't nothing more ethical than a brutal takedown, fatality style.
BreadOven@lemmy.world · 4 pts · 1d
Hmmm. I actually don't know. I hope so. It was from a chiropractor relative that passed. (Not his spine, but he had a human one for display purposes).
impairedimperator@lemmy.zip · 4 pts · 1d
That's like...99% probably stolen from some Indian graveyard then...lots of bones used by anatomists back in the day (1800-1950)came from graveyards in india.
BreadOven@lemmy.world · 1 pts · 1d
Hmmm I'd have to check the dates, but most likely around the 50s or a bit after.
impairedimperator@lemmy.zip · 3 pts · 1d
Wouldn't check too hard if I were you, lol. Might get the attention of some folks...
lauha@lemmy.world · 8 pts · 2d
Ed Sheeran's?
maturelemontree@lemmy.zip · 7 pts · 2d
He'd have to have one to begin with.
BreadOven@lemmy.world · 1 pts · 1d
Good point haha.
BreadOven@lemmy.world · 1 pts · 1d
Hahaha. I wish.
bizarroland@lemmy.world · 15 pts · 2d
I have a collection of Quack medical devices from the early 1900s. Some of them are used now as electrostatic sex toys.
Hadriscus@jlai.lu · 3 pts · 1d
I'd love to see pictures !
FRYD@lemmy.blahaj.zone · 14 pts · 1d
Aside from adult items, it would be my collection of 400 keys all on a bunch of different connected key rings or maybe my rum bottle full of used needles.
mojofrododojo@lemmy.world · 7 pts · 1d
well, yeah... that'd would be.... a biohazard to cherish lol
Krzd@lemmy.world · 2 pts · 18h
Why the FUCK do you have a bottle full of used needles‽‽‽
FRYD@lemmy.blahaj.zone · 1 pts · 16h
Why would I buy an actual sharps container? I gotta take weekly injections.
Krzd@lemmy.world · 1 pts · 8h
Tbh you're some guy on the internet, so anything's possible ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
But yeah that makes sense, I also kept the boxes from my meds as a 'memorial' of sorts.
FRYD@lemmy.blahaj.zone · 1 pts · 7h
It’s not a memorial lol. I’m actively using it. I just know that it would be strange to find.
captain_aggravated@sh.itjust.works · 13 pts · 1d
In my desk drawer is a small, plastic black box. Emerging from its surface is a toggle switch, some lights and wires that end in alligator clips. There is no writing at all, inside or out, It starts blinking lights and making an ominous buzzing sound if you let the wires touch each other while it's turned on. I built it myself, and you've got no hope of figuring out what it's for if you don't know already.
::: spoiler spoiler It's a test light for setting the external ignition timing on airplane engines, to make sure both spark plugs in each cylinder fire at the same time. I doubt even most aircraft mechanics would recognize it because it doesn't look like a "real" one.
:::
Bytemeister@lemmy.world · 12 pts · 23h
I have a cursed mouse.
Not like a taxidermied mouse, but a cursed computer mouse.
It looks and functions like a normal wireless mouse... Until you get to a page where there is horizontal scrolling capability. Instantly, the mouse will scroll the page all the way to the right. This is especially fun in spreadsheets. The mouse will do this even if it is turned off. The problem is really the wireless reciver, not the actually mouse, but it is still a fun cursed object that I hope to someday unleash on some unsuspecting sibling.
orenj@leminal.space · 1 pts · 16h
Didnt know I needed an accursed taxidermized mouse until now...
forbiddencherry@lemmy.today · 11 pts · 2d
Nice try, feds... Just kidding, I think my place would be pretty boring, actually.
Also I have no idea who would be sorting through my stuff. I'm what's called a "solo ager". I imagine that the first thing to go deliquent would be property taxes. So maybe some city worker that prepares houses to be auctioned or something? Or maybe they don't bother with that and whoever buys my place from auction will be the ones to deal with it?
In my younger years I was a really bad pack rat but I've been pretty successful in getting rid of things (mostly donating it). I always wondered why my grandparents had such barren houses. They weren't rich but they weren't poor. But I did a decent amount of traveling for work with a single carry-on and realized how little I actually need or care about anymore. So the stuff I have is basically utilitarian now. Stuff I don't use is just more to clean and maybe someone else could benefit from it. Even have spare room in my storage shed and I can access everything, which felt like a major accomplishment.
Cowbee@lemmy.ml · 10 pts · 2d
The few dozen communist books I have
BreadOven@lemmy.world · 11 pts · 2d
I think you mean we have, comrade.
Cowbee@lemmy.ml · 9 pts · 2d
I do share when I can, but usually I just send links to online resources and books as that's typically easier for most people.
BreadOven@lemmy.world · 2 pts · 1d
Hahah I'm just being dumb. No worries.
Cowbee@lemmy.ml · 3 pts · 1d
Yea I know it was a joke, haha. Just wanted to respond earnestly.
BreadOven@lemmy.world · 2 pts · 1d
Fair enough haha. Any recommendations on the books?
Cowbee@lemmy.ml · 3 pts · 1d
Tons! Any specific area? How familiar are you with Marxism?
A_Union_of_Kobolds@lemmy.world · 4 pts · 2d
I think people would be surprised if they didnt find those in my hoard
Cowbee@lemmy.ml · 2 pts · 2d
Depends on who was going through my stuff!
Pipea@lemmy.world · 10 pts · 23h
Probably my 2lb jar of mercury. Have fun disposing of that toxic waste!
uncooked24@lemmy.zip · 14 pts · 23h
My family would put it in a trash bag and call it household waste.
madmantis24@lemmy.wtf · 10 pts · 2d
Remember that one really dark hentai that became a meme, "Emergence" or "Metamorphosis?"
I got the bright idea to get a paperback copy of it and now it's just waiting for some catastrophe to unearth it from its hiding place, like a time capsule of bad decisions
MrOtingocni@lemmy.world · 5 pts · 1d
A Time Capsule of Bad Decisions.
I like that.
lilith267@lemmy.blahaj.zone · 2 pts · 23h
You gotta reprint the last pages with the jojo edit ending to really throw people off
madmantis24@lemmy.wtf · 2 pts · 2h
LMAO yes, you are so right for that!
VirtigoMommy@sh.itjust.works · 9 pts · 2d
I fear typing it out would put me on a list ._.
diaphragmwp@discuss.tchncs.de · 2 pts · 1d
Well now you are in the list of people who claimed that they may be put on a list.
InvalidName2@lemmy.zip · 9 pts · 20h
Why'd he have a Super Nintendo mouse but not the system, no games, nor anything else related?
Nobody will actually ask that, though. Because nobody would assume it was anything other than an old-school computer mouse with an obsolete connector. And even if they did recognize what it was, nobody would think twice about how odd it is to have that, and only that. The only strange thing, maybe, is that it's stored with my keepsakes and not the rest of my obsolete tech, various cords, & connectors.
But the answer is: When I went away to college, I didn't take my video game stuff with me. My cousins asked to use my SNES and games, so I gave them permission while I was away. They grabbed everything except the mouse. At some point, they decided to sell my stuff to help purchase their Playstation, so I never got my SNES or games back. Then when my parents lost their house to foreclosure a few years later, they packed my things into a box, and gave it to me. I've held onto it for all these decades.
Warl0k3@lemmy.world · 9 pts · 2d
My family are all pretty used to my esoteric magpie habits, but if it was a rando person and assuming my friends came through on their promises about the box in my closet that needs to be burnt before anyone else sees it... there are a lot of options. It's a six-way tie between the box of 2' long molybdenum disilicide foundry heating elements, the remilled RPG-7 (anniversary gift), the 11 steamer trunks, the 16' paper mache snake (I don't actually know where that came from), the fusion reactor or the signed first edition of Uncle Fester's "Silent Death".
(Honerable mention goes to the weirdly high number of harpoons that are just scattered around)
Feathercrown@lemmy.world · 4 pts · 2d
Your life sounds awesome.
Wait a fucking FUSION REACTOR WHAT--
Warl0k3@lemmy.world · 5 pts · 2d
Okay that was me being a little smug - it's just a fusor (and it's mostly dismantled), but it sounds so much cooler if you call it a fusion reactor...
Toasticus@piefed.social · 9 pts · 1d
This is why I'm making sure to destroy my PC. Closeted fetishes, Rule34 stuff, SecondLife sex imagery and things I've done with people on there .etc
Everything in my physical possessions would not give off anything, but anything found on my PC would.
CADmonkey@lemmy.world · 8 pts · 1d
While I will undoubtedly leave behind a lot of weird things, I don't think anyone who knew me would be that shocked by anything I left behind.
reksas@sopuli.xyz · 8 pts · 2d
either a finger made out of wood or soviet mortar shell
whoisearth@lemmy.ca · 8 pts · 2d
A tiny clay penis made by my best friend years ago.
BeerStainedBunny@lemmy.blahaj.zone · 7 pts · 2d
I drew some pornographic stuff but the surprising part is how wholesome it is. I usually come off as jaded or cynical
Novak@piefed.blahaj.zone · 7 pts · 2d
My girlfriend's wisdom teeth, along with two of mine.
I used to collect animal bones in my hometown, where hunters carelessly tossed what they didn't want behind nearby train tracks. Found a whole boar skin once, but only took home little knuckle bones. I might still have them somewhere.
I have a deer skull on my shelf, but I think most people would overlook that. Human teeth left in storage among other junk? Not so much.
FinjaminPoach@lemmy.world · 7 pts · 2d
Nonsense I've written down and left lying around. Mental vomit, getting stuff off my chest, also cringe attempts at writings.
I have some collected small bits of scrap metal but I think people know about that
Melobol@lemmy.ml · 6 pts · 2d
Maybe the random junk I keep for crafting.
It was yesterday when I cut up a disposable container's lid to keep a flat 4inch round see-through part. (I was thinking about using it as a base for fridge magnets - I can attach felt and embroidery to it)
I could just buy a big sheet of foamcore from dollar store, but no: random junk it is!
melsaskca@lemmy.ca · 6 pts · 1d
My smooth pocket stone.
Kolanaki@pawb.social · 6 pts · 2d
It's 100% the entire contents of the box I keep physical porn and sex toys in.
Zwuzelmaus@feddit.org · 6 pts · 2d
There is a shiny brass plaque with an inscription engraved, and it says "Prof. Dr.. .." and my full name.
But that title is wrong. In truth I have never received any academic honors.
Now, in case it is not my close relatives who must go through my stuff, they might not know that it was just a little fun from my sister... :)
LifeInMultipleChoice@lemmy.world · 6 pts · 2d
I have a couple guns and of course ammo that corresponds. (No kids have access to the residence). The thing I've noticed though is that I do have a couple rounds that aren't for the guns I currently own. So if I died and someone went through my house they would probably be confused trying to find some hidden gun that corresponds to those. 1 of the rounds I actually just found laying on the floor after I moved in, so it wasn't even mine. I should really find someone to give them too so I dont leave someone panicked about moving a new resident in and thinking a kid may find the "missing" guns.
madmantis24@lemmy.wtf · 4 pts · 2d
I'm sorry to report that you are a doomed NPC for some game yet-to-happen, and the reason you have ammo that doesn't match the guns in your house is because the protagonist is meant to progress further before the right weapons become available. Make sure to leave audio logs on how everything went to shit scattered around your place, too!
Ashenlux@lemmy.blahaj.zone · 6 pts · 2d
My kink equipment. Maybe my journal if they choose to snoop in it.
HeHoXa@lemmy.zip · 5 pts · 1d
A wicker elephant
rmuk@feddit.uk · 5 pts · 1d
10:1 scale. That's ten times bigger than real.
HeHoXa@lemmy.zip · 1 pts · 1d
God I wish. It would be glorious. I would ride it through the streets like the king of wicker Epirus
starlinguk@lemmy.world · 5 pts · 2d
Teeth. Or did I get rid of them? I hope I did. They're my kid's baby teeth. I found them in a wee box when I moved a while ago, I hope I got rid of them 😱.
fruitycoder@sh.itjust.works · 5 pts · 1d
Unfinished projects. It's amazing how hard it can be for someone else to see the vision on something until it reaches a certain point.
Also my second knife I forged, the first one being a beautiful bowie that sold at a charity auction the second being a crusty shank with an unpolished metal tang loop around as the handle.
Everyone always laughs when I say "sure I have a knife" for something and break it out.
akunohana@piefed.blahaj.zone · 5 pts · 2d
My journals.
On an unrelated note, how does one dispose of a sexdoll? Asking for a friend. 🤷♀️
forbiddencherry@lemmy.today · 5 pts · 2d
Double casket? 😉
tigermountain@lemmy.world · 5 pts · 2d
A butt plug with my keys in it.
oopsgodisdeadmybad@lemmy.zip · 5 pts · 2d
Reading this thread, although I am kinda demirose I feel like the best reason to want a partner is to have someone do away with your "dirty" collection. Unless whoever would go through it (typically family) just happen to already know all your secret kinks and not be weirded out by them.
My parents will probably be dead by then, but I'm the oldest of a bunch of siblings. I don't keep a huge collection or anything (almost everything I've ever bought is disposable), but I always cringe every time I buy any new supplies wondering "What if I die before this is used up? What are they gonna think?".
I'm not particularly ashamed of my set of kinks, but one of them can read as questionable based on common conception, and while I assume most of them are at least a little kink aware, not one of them seems to be very freaky themselves (which, if they are, they don't let on, and I haven't figured it out (well played... 🥷)), so I worry some about what they'll think when they find it, or what the niblings would think if they ever heard about it.
But even in the worse case scenario I'll be too dead to care.
tiramichu@sh.itjust.works · 8 pts · 1d
I'm laughing at the possibility that all your siblings are actually kinky as hell but each of you keeps it carefully to yourselves so you all believe you're the only one who isn't super vanilla.
oopsgodisdeadmybad@lemmy.zip · 2 pts · 1d
😂
flandish@lemmy.world · 3 pts · 2d
i cleaned out my uncle’s apartment room because of similar thoughts. he passed from heroin. did not want grandma to see that stuff. so i cleaned it up. along with his copy of “girls who eat girls”. such an odd name for a porno.
oopsgodisdeadmybad@lemmy.zip · 3 pts · 2d
I cannot stand the industry's tendency to call them "girls". "Women who eat women" isn't really that weird, unless you've never consumed any porn before.
hansolo@lemmy.today · 5 pts · 2d
I don't think that's a problem for the women in the porn.
zxqwas@lemmy.world · 4 pts · 2d
The riding crop and the little rock with two eyes painted on it.
diegantobass@lemmy.world · 4 pts · 2d
The amount of log. The pictures, the journals, the dedicated web apps to keep track of things... It would be too much work to sort through and would go to waste, I'm sure. That's why I've started a new habit of "making things usable". When I die, would someone be able to go through my stuff, search in it, find the bits that are interesting?
Feathercrown@lemmy.world · 1 pts · 2d
Unironically this would make a great service. I'm sure there are people who have amazing things hidden away.
diegantobass@lemmy.world · 2 pts · 2d
You're actually right... maybe I should stop looking for a stable 9 to 5 and be adventurous!
WorldsDumbestMan@lemmy.today · 4 pts · 23h
An outlet with a timer set on it I would say. I have portable solar panels and grow ligts too.
Zomg@piefed.world · 4 pts · 2d
The USB in the safe, it'll give access to the password manager. The possibilities are endless after that I suppose and could continue to grow until such day.
Agent641@lemmy.world · 4 pts · 2d
Probably the bones
NeatNit@discuss.tchncs.de · 7 pts · 2d
Not even a joke for me. But it's a bone, singular.
Long story short: I picked it up from a jungle floor in Kenya. No clue what animal it belonged to. Also no idea how there was no issue taking it back home... Anyway, it's on display.
TheHotze@lemmy.world · 4 pts · 1d
I have a box of "crafting ingredients" in my closet. It is full of buttons, aluminum scales, wire, leather cord, thread, random electrical components, ect...
A_Random_Idiot@lemmy.world · 4 pts · 1d
nothing, because I doubt anyone that would clean out my belongings would give enough of a fuck to think about anything before stuffing it into a bag and throwing it in a dumpster.
RizzRustbolt@lemmy.world · 3 pts · 1d
Toss-up between the gen 1 computer heatsink and the Traveller in a jar.
daggermoon@piefed.world · 3 pts · 2d
Ball gag
fuwa@fedinsfw.app · 3 pts · 2d
Kink gear, including cute adult diapers and onesies.
ApathyTree@lemmy.dbzer0.com · 3 pts · 2d
I come across shit all the time that I’m like “what the fuck even is this? Why do I have this?” And it goes in a “what the fuck?” Box until I either figure it out or the heat death of the universe happens, whichever comes first.
As for actual stuff I know the use for, I have a light ball a friend gave me as a housewarming gift. It doesn't work anymore, it doesn't have buttons or any way to replace batteries, it was shake activated, but there’s nothing loose bumping around in it, and the weight is well distributed so it doesnt really feel like there’s anything in it, and transitioned through colors. It is flat on one side but otherwise a white ball about the size of a baseball, which would likely make people go “what the fuck? This a cat toy or smth?”
AceFuzzLord@lemmy.zip · 2 pts · 2d
I'm not gonna embarrass myself with the first set of things, so probably a few things on my devices. I have some NSFW and SFW kinda spicy stuff on my laptop, 2 desktops, and phone. Things I would personally be kinda embarrassed about sharing with people that aren't furries... it's yiff and SFW furry writing of mine. A lot of incomplete writing, mind you.
BigPotato@lemmy.world · 2 pts · 15h
Everything is explainable to people who know me, sadly but - for the sake of the prompt - let's just say they pull random people in off the street for some reason. Is it the eeePC that's weird? The four PlayStations and one PSOne with a Japanese copy of the game of life with controller? The piles of cardboard and boxes in the garage, some of which are cut into shapes that may eventually turn into a cardboard 1/10 scale truck? The medical tubing and zip ties?
No, I'm willing to be the most unexplainable thing to strangers would be...
Two copies of Catherine: Full Body on the Switch, still sealed in their packaging. I've got a bunch of Switch games so at first glance finding a Switch game isn't so weird but why two? And why are they both unopened?
sunsofold@lemmy.zip · 1 pts · 18h
Nothing, but just because my weird things are already out in plain view. They aren't shameful secrets. They're just my things.
vk8kv@lemmy.ml · 1 pts · 15h
This! People hide their interests cuz "they are weird" or "I don't want my friends to know about this", its just your interests the people who support stay that's all 🤷♂️
jobbies@lemmy.zip · 1 pts · 2d
Nollij@sopuli.xyz · 1 pts · 2d
I'm afraid to ask why you have it then. Both for why you bought it or ahem received it, and why you haven't gotten rid of it.
village604@adultswim.fan · 1 pts · 1d
I knew a tattoo artist who bought a Bad Dragon just for the lulz. He went in with another member of the shop, and they had fun hiding it in different places for people to find.
Kangae_Hishiryo@scribe.disroot.org · 1 pts · 2d
Anything, because I own anything (and I'm not happy)
ddplf@szmer.info · 1 pts · 22h
Check the bottom of your desk if you like a good shag sitting by it.
empireOfLove2@lemmy.dbzer0.com · 2 pts · 21h
??
ddplf@szmer.info · 1 pts · 13h
Man produce is sticky
orenj@leminal.space · 1 pts · 16h
The weirdass cat plush that arrives months after I die. It has a gun
HubertManne@piefed.social · -1 pts · 2d
no idea.