Things what I have found
A quarter oz of hash, whilst staggering to a shop one morning, to get my anti-hangover orange juice. Score!

A telescopic sight for an air rifle, lying in some woods.

A life size dress making mannequin in the shed of a house I lived in for a while, which we dressed up in the garden and used for archery pratise, using the metal tipped arrows, and bow set, we found in another shed.

A carrier bag full of cooking equipment, mainly frying pans, on a grey (traffic control sort of thing) box outside a supermarket. It didn't help that I was tripping at the time, and thought this was a most excellent discovery, so claimed them as my own. We carried on our tripping adventure through town, ended up walking through a building site on a shortcut, when a local resident phoned the rozzers on us. Blissfully unaware, we strode through this playground of awesome, gathering large demolition signs and the like, all donning hard hats, and whatever other amusing building gear we found lying around, until we exited the site, and came face to face with two police cars.

Trying to convince them we were certainly not up to any mischief, no sir, whilst wearing hard hats, clutching signs and a carrier bag full of frying pans, was somewhat taxing. So much so, they asked me to turn my pockets out, after listening to my tale of finding the bag of cooking equipment and found it unconvincing. It took about 15 minutes to empty my pockets, due to wearing all manner of combat gear, and having about 60 pockets. I alslo liked collecting random things when tripping, so had a veritable assortment of goodies; shiny things, packs of crisps, string, bolts, bits of tree etc. After I finished emptying my pockets, they gave me a sympathetic look (normally reserved for care in the community types), told us to put the hard hats back, and be on our way. The jokes on them though, I had a large JCB sign jammed up my jumper.
( LemonEntryMyDearWatson This time, Moriarty, the hand is on the other foot, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:05, 3 replies)

Tripping trips are ace.
I used to love going on acid fuelled adventures; where the mildest of things would be magically transformed into the most fantastic, somehow.
( Moey, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:30, closed)

We used to have a Saturday afternoon Glee Club.
Do loads of drugs, then take it in turns to dare each other to do stupid things.
My favourite was nicking a road diggers' tent thingy, a portaloo, some tools and signs, and stopping traffic, pretending we were from the waterboard.
On mushrooms. Haha. Good times.

Edit: we also nicked a set of temporary traffic lights, but couldn't work out how to use them. The trarric stopping was with one of those lollipop sticks, with STOP and GO on either side.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:47, closed)

Fair play :D
My friend nicked an old (non-plastic) street bollard, and wired it up in his bedroom.

He also managed to nick one of those convex security mirrors from a bank, after hours once, wearing a trench coat, balaclava and armed with a socket set.

Great days
( LemonEntryMyDearWatson This time, Moriarty, the hand is on the other foot, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 15:46, closed)