A dirty diaper.
A wallet.
A car floor mat covered in vomit.
A carton of eggs and loaf of bread.
A torn-up Marine Corps recruiter card.
A pillow.
A red Nike running shoe, men’s size 10-1/2.
A car bumper.
An IPhone.
A bike tire.
A crinkled up “Dear John” letter.
A whitetail deer head (I called the game warden).
A Duncan YoYo.
A wallet.
A car floor mat covered in vomit.
A carton of eggs and loaf of bread.
A torn-up Marine Corps recruiter card.
A pillow.
A red Nike running shoe, men’s size 10-1/2.
A car bumper.
An IPhone.
A bike tire.
A crinkled up “Dear John” letter.
A whitetail deer head (I called the game warden).
A Duncan YoYo.
Yesterday morning I found a nice pair of men’s jeans laying near the picnic table, size 31/34, with a Lifestyle KYNG ribbed condom in the left back pocket. I kind of want to meet whoever lost them.
I figure he either had a really rough night or a really
good night.
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