I only have the first item.
41 and I have the weird collection (pro wrestling memorabilia from before 1980. Toronto specific preferred) But I don’t have the friends or pet ashes, I have jars full of my live parrots feathers, which I guess is another weird collection.
I have a pet buried in the back yard, does that count?
If you have a collection of pets ashes, does that count for both? Also, did they have to be my pets?
2 out of 4 ain’t bad, but there’s still a little time left for me.
Do the ashes of friends, and family count?
Yes, yes they do
Time to visit my far away friends and start a collecting of their ashes
46
- several friends 8000 km away, check!
- several, check!
- no ashes, but buried in a special creepy place in the backyard. We used to keep my mom’s ashes around until we buried her. Technically I could get her ashes back back. Check!
- several: mineral samples from places I’ve hiked, books, stamps, old hard disks, DVD and VHS movies, CDs…
I feel accomplished. Thanks people!
A weird collection of chronic mental illness, am I right?
Shit bro that was my 30s
my weird collection was beer and soda equipment, now in my mid 30s I’m thinking taxidermy will be my next hobby.
What the fuck
This is why Im interested, they have really cool work. I love their rats and mice. But they also do bugs. They offer workshops and shit to.
The logical conclusion of this is a beer tap where the beer comes out of a taxidermied cats mouth. You’re never lonely when you’re drinking with old friends!
That’s not a bad idea, I know a few bars that would absolutely love that shit.
No pet ashes, but I do have treasured memories of long-gone much-loved pets.
Damn, I checked the last of those boxes last year and I’m not even 30.
Hey, there’s nothing weird about my collections of vinyl records and German beer steins and uranium glass and sterling silver and quack medical devices and watches and books and pewter and brass and guitars and cameras.
I honestly started off with the intent of being funny, and then I realized how many fucking collections I have, and now I don’t really know what to do with myself.
You march your butt down to Lowes to get those big black totes so you can pile your collected items into them and stow them in a neat stack in the garage so that you have space for more collectibles. That’s what you do with yourself. Don’t forget the label maker!
You collect collections.
I dub the Collectorius, the Collections Collector!
I turned 38 today exactly, I checked al the boxes already, I’m prepared.
Happy birthday! Well done on the preparation.
Thanks, to be sure I have multiple weird collections.
Congratulations and keep wiggling!
Happy birthday!
Cheers mate :)
I had a friend like you. He was screaming (figuratively) about kids on his lawn in his twenties. You old fuck. Cheers.
Funny you think I could afford to get my pets ashes back from the vet.
I didn’t want the ashes. It hurt too much. I also didn’t want to be in the room when they administered the shot. My mother got me to do that with one when I was younger. Never again. I say goodbye and that’s when I exit and cry.
I want my pet to see me as they relax for the last time to comfort them. My pain comes out when they’re no longer suffering.
Yeah, no ashes here, just the collar.
