Hidden Treasure
My landlord had some builders in to remove a staircase in an outbuilding when a rusty biscuit tin fell out from under the woodwork.
What wonders were in this hidden treasure box? Two live hand grenades and 40 rounds of ammunition. From WW2. I've never seen builders run before.
What hidden treasures have you uncovered?
( , Thu 30 Jun 2005, 13:33)
My landlord had some builders in to remove a staircase in an outbuilding when a rusty biscuit tin fell out from under the woodwork.
What wonders were in this hidden treasure box? Two live hand grenades and 40 rounds of ammunition. From WW2. I've never seen builders run before.
What hidden treasures have you uncovered?
( , Thu 30 Jun 2005, 13:33)
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(Muff) diver
The last person who lived in our house used to work on the oil rigs.
When he moved out, the bugger, he left both the shed and the garage bursting to the seams with his junk.
Hiring a skip, we spent days clearing the place out before we could move in.
And there, right at the back, was an entire deep-sea diving suit, complete with screwdown helmet and lead boots.
And sitting beside it, a suitcase containing the mankiest, filthiest ("'Oh!' Helga is shouting 'Shit on my tits you big stud!'") pornography you ever set your eyes on.
It must get so lonely in decompression...
( , Fri 1 Jul 2005, 14:38, Reply)
The last person who lived in our house used to work on the oil rigs.
When he moved out, the bugger, he left both the shed and the garage bursting to the seams with his junk.
Hiring a skip, we spent days clearing the place out before we could move in.
And there, right at the back, was an entire deep-sea diving suit, complete with screwdown helmet and lead boots.
And sitting beside it, a suitcase containing the mankiest, filthiest ("'Oh!' Helga is shouting 'Shit on my tits you big stud!'") pornography you ever set your eyes on.
It must get so lonely in decompression...
( , Fri 1 Jul 2005, 14:38, Reply)
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