Buck em' cowboy!!!

Lost. Contact. Between this bull and a poor student from Montana State University. Yes people, college broncin'...for credit. Does it get any better?

My Indiana Jones moment

Lost. The contents of my colon prior to almost stepping on this, this thing. Yes, I know its tiny and its even dead....but its orange and its creepy. Truth be told, I hate snakes.

Oh crap!

Lost. Toilet paper. I got the seat ready-though in a precarious position at that. Maybe crack boy left it there. Which begs the question, does heroine give you the runs?

Got drugs?

Found. More than one seringe. Just in case you need a back-up. What better way to enjoy the pleasant view of the nearby waterfall you may ask? Well, with some good ole fashioned heroine naturally. Duh. Good thing I didn't trip and fall here (pun intended). I may still be seeing those striped buffalo.

Shuttlecock anyone?

Found. My memory of 7th grade gym class when I drilled my cute, female opponent in the head with a missle not much different from this one. I've been turning off women ever since.

The Whiteness

Lost. This dude's sense of self. Anybody willing to put this on their vehicle and subject themselves to endless ridicule, has to be a dork. I can't say just how big, but it has to be substantial. Has to be.

You snooze you lose

Found. Firewood. And under this dead bear's chin no less.