Several weeks ago I jogged past a house that was throwing out a radio flyer tricycle, so I took it.
Several weeks ago I jogged past a house that was throwing out a radio flyer tricycle, so I took it.
FCFCFCFCFCFC wrote:
Several weeks ago I jogged past a house that was throwing out a radio flyer tricycle, so I took it.
Did you ride it home or carry it?
I found a dildo in a puddle of santorum all over the ground outside a care once.
Picker upper wrote:
I was running today and saw a nice crow bar on the ground that must have fallen from someone's truck. I've needed on for my toolbox so I pick it up and carried it home a coupe miles. I guess that makes me cheap.
What have you randomly pick up and keep while running.
Over the last 10 years I have found a 1/2 inch, 9/16 inch, and 5/8 inch (last week) open end wrenches. Now I figure that if I live long enough and keep running, I can find a complete wrench set :>)
Yesterday I found a nice shirt in some bushes. There werent many people in that trail so I took it.
heres the deal yo wrote:
once found a "Anal Pounders 5" porn disc on a trail on the outskirts of a city while running with my team. That run became known as "AP5". another time, we found a deflated f*ck doll way out on a trail. that run became known as "FD". we didnt take either of these things with us though.
haha! that just reminded me, i found a dvd once also..."black chicks, big dicks" i remember the the surprise and confusion of what that title really meant once i fired it up.
Porno mags, worn panties, tools, wallets, coins, cell phones (with pictures of b**bs and c*cks in them), an iPhone, USB thumb drives, cycling computer, $20 bill, and $1 bill all come to mind.
I've been running since 1979 (and "no", not non-stop, for the smart asses out there).
A check that mailed back to the owner after finding them on facebook, an unopened candy bar in downtown Chicago that I took home and ate, and a couple bucks. I've gone back for stuff that I've seen being thrown out when I've been running, but I don't think it counts because I didn't carry it back right then.
dude you found a $150 ring and didn't turn it in to the police. Thats called theft by finding, and its illegal.
Easy, I found $70 in the middle of the road...it was in a neighborhood but near any house or cars. I was also renting at the time and I lived near rich people...so I said screw trying to find whoever lost it.
I ran for 90 minutes that day, so it was like getting paid a really nice hourly rate for my run.
Porn and bullet casings. The bullet casings I found on the ground near a shooting range and the porn was on the ground a friend of mine then proceeded to put it in someones mailbox during the run.
When I was running home with that crow bar, I came across a package of raw cuts of meat from the grocery store. (Imagine, same day, two item to take home. What are the chances?)The cellophane was bulging making it appear that it had never been opened but I was not cheap enough to consider scooping that up; I draw the line at meat products.
Some of you guy,though, seem to pick up porn, which in some circles, is considered a meat product.
Ran that same route today. No more crow bars, but the package of meat is still there.
Uh Oh, wanna bee cop. Maybe you should track him down and claim self defense after breaking into his house.
2 mostly empty cans of 4 LOKOS, 2 untouched cans, boxer shorts in the bushes, loose change on the ground (all at the same spot).
I was running in a neighborhood which had one three-mile long main road that was a loop. For some reason, this road was still divided into N. Elm Street and W. Elm Street.
While running on this loop one day I came across a wallett. Since it had ID in it, I was able to see that their address was 56 W. Elm, which was close by. I handed the wallett to the man that answered the door (woman's wallett but I figured it could have belonged to his wife). Anyways, we keep running this same loop and then come across a house numbered 56. At this point I realize why there's a distinction between North and West and hurry back tot the other house. Nobody was home and I quickly forgot about it. Thank you letsrun for reminding me that I gave someone's wallett to a total stranger.
of recent memory. . .
$30 in cash (at once, it was a ten dollar bill with a twenty folded inside of it, so at first I thought I found $10, but when I picked it up, I discovered the twenty as well.)
In winter I found a cell phone half buried in the snow. Amazingly, the screen came on when I picked it up. I figured that I didn't want to freeze while trying to figure out who this phone belonged to, so I turned it off and put it in the pocket of my jacket. Later at home after myself and the phone had warmed up, I turned it back on to find a number so I could track the owner, only to discover it was passcode protected. I was able to guess the password in a few guesses, and was able to return the phone and got $20 for my troubles.
a small kitten, about a mile from home. he fit ok in the palm of my hand and was probably scared to death be carried that way, but lived a great life in our home.
Jurgis Rudkus wrote:
I was running in a neighborhood which had one three-mile long main road that was a loop. For some reason, this road was still divided into N. Elm Street and W. Elm Street.
While running on this loop one day I came across a wallett. Since it had ID in it, I was able to see that their address was 56 W. Elm, which was close by. I handed the wallett to the man that answered the door (woman's wallett but I figured it could have belonged to his wife). Anyways, we keep running this same loop and then come across a house numbered 56. At this point I realize why there's a distinction between North and West and hurry back tot the other house. Nobody was home and I quickly forgot about it. Thank you letsrun for reminding me that I gave someone's wallett to a total stranger.
You should have told the real 56 what happened so they could confront the fake 56.
Boring Old Man wrote:
2 mostly empty cans of 4 LOKOS, 2 untouched cans, boxer shorts in the bushes, loose change on the ground (all at the same spot).
Either something terrible happened there, or a kid just got laid.