The answer is "still lost"

But regardless, I often wonder this.

For instance, 15 years ago, my Dad gave me a bone handled pocket knife. Didn't mean much to me, but my dad was so happy to give it to me as a youth. "This will teach you responsibility", he would say.

Of course, I lost it shortly after.

Today, my dad, out of the blue, asks about the knife...

So I started wondering...what ever happens to all of the shit that we lose? I'm willing to bet 80% of what we lose ends up in a landfill and the other 20% ends up in someone else's hands.

Is there anything you've ever lost and still wonder where in the hell it is?

8/7/2009 11:29:46 AM

[Edited on August 7, 2009 at 11:31 AM. Reason : lawl]

8/7/2009 11:30:43 AM

i lost an awesome slingshot made out of a cherry fork that my dad made when he was a kid and gave to me when i was a kid. i was only like 7 or 8. way too young to understand what i was given.

8/7/2009 11:31:32 AM

Money lost to the gubment ends up in someone else's hands.

8/7/2009 11:31:35 AM

ok that was funny, you shouldn't have edited it

Quote :

"Is there anything you've ever lost and still wonder where in the hell it is?"

4 bank cards in the last 2 years.

8/7/2009 11:31:56 AM

oh holy Jesus

[Edited on August 7, 2009 at 11:32 AM. Reason : sdd]

8/7/2009 11:32:10 AM

Gangs of New York DVD...though I'm pretty sure it was ganked during a party

other than that...I can't think of anything I've lost that was that important to me to remember in the first place

8/7/2009 11:32:44 AM

Where does your virginity go after you lose it? Does it vanish or does it go to the newborn babies?

8/7/2009 11:39:30 AM

Some motherfucker out there has my copy of the Mutants & Masterminds Pocket Player's Guide, and I'd dearly love to have that back. Someone's also got my copy of the Orange Box for the 360, too.

8/7/2009 11:41:18 AM

my ex

still giving me shit.

8/7/2009 11:43:38 AM

I lost my all time favorite NC State hat 4 years ago. It had the old school Tuffy logo on it.

I like to think a 5 year old found it and it made him become a State fan for life

8/7/2009 11:44:45 AM

I've lost tons of hats. And sunglasses. Yep...hats and sunglasses.

8/7/2009 11:52:16 AM

Ok son, check this out:


When I was about 10 years old I was going to this summer camp out at the Eno River in Durham. There are lots of trails and stuff out there and this relatively short summer camp (It seems like it was only a week or two long perhaps?) was outdoors and shit and it was pretty fun. We were told to get pocket knives because we'd be outside whittling sticks and shyte. You know, knife stuff son.

So anyway, part of this camp was an idiotic trust building exercise in which everyone put their pocket knife into a huge bucket and it got shaken up and then passed back around and you took your knife back out. The entire point was to build trust. Well, the problem here was that I had a ridiculously nice Swiss Army Knife and it was not some basic model either son. The shit was serious son and it was a gift from my mother that had been given to me when we were on a trip. It meant a lot to me son, it meant more to me at the time than just a fucking tool to throw around and fuck up.

So when I heard what we were doing I told the counselor, "NO, I'm not gonna put my knife in there. What if somebody takes mine instead of theirs?!" Lots of other kids had EXTREMELY SHITTY pocket knives and would have loved to have that knife. Some of them were obviously willing to steal shit too and I knew that someone would steal my fucking knife if I put it in there because nobody else in my group even fucking had a Swiss Army Knife. So, the counselor, being a huge douchebag and trying to teach me a lesson, makes me put it in there anyway. He kept being like "WE CAN'T START UNTIL YOU PUT YOUR KNIFE IN THE BUCKET! YOU ARE HOLDING EVERYBODY UP!" So, I put it in there and he went off and mixed them all up and shit.

Then he brings the bucket around to everyone and lets them take their knife back out of it. He brought it to me dead fucking last, just to prove a point and guess what, the knife left in the bucket was a total piece of shit and it wasn't mine. I told him this and now this little lesson got turned around and he was the one who got to learn a thing or two about reality. Sometimes a child will teach your ass a lesson and on this day he learned that you do not fuck around with my IQ son.

He went around asking where it was and who took it and of course everybody said "Oh, no this is mine." He apparently didn't notice someone take the same knife that I'd been telling him I didn't want to put in the bucket for 10 fucking minutes. It was the only swiss army knife in the bucket and it was, by far, the nicest knife in the bucket. Yet somehow this motherfuck watched some other kid take it out of the bucket and he didn't realize it. And then he brings me the last POS knife in the bucket, knowing damn well that I had a Swiss Army Knife, as if it's fucking mine son! NAW BITCH, FUCK YOU!

So, he said, "Well, I'll buy you a replacement" and I was all excited to have my Swiss Army Knife back. No, he gave me a single blade, 100% Grade-A piece of shit knife that he probably got at the fairgrounds or some shit and somehow thought that I'd be happy with it. He was like, "I know this isn't what you had.. but..."

BUT WHAT MOTHERFUCKER?! YOU OWE ME A FUCKING EXACT COPY OF THE GOD DAMNED KNIFE YOU LOST, NOT SOME FUCKING $3 PIECE OF SHIT BITCH.

8/7/2009 12:11:02 PM

^ 10//10 story, son.

my dad gave me a really nice leatherman knife when i was younger, which i later found my brother outside playing w/ (w/o my permission). so i did what any older brother would do, i kicked his ass. then he went crying to my mom about it and my mom said that if we were going to fight over the knife then neither of us could have it. wtf mom? that was my knife that he stole from me.

i think she just didn't like us having knives at all and used that as an excuse. she also got rid of this really awesome braided leather whip that my dad brought back for me from brazil. it was probably 2" in diameter at the base and tapered out until it was just a strand of leather, probably 5' long. really cool shit. i wish i still had that.

8/7/2009 12:25:29 PM

Quote :

"ridiculously nice Swiss Army Knife"

What you had was a piece of shit knife. son.

8/7/2009 12:35:10 PM

to a kid, a knife w/ 20 different tools is pretty cool

however, as an adult, i'd rather have one good sharp blade that stays sharp than 20 different tools that don't do anything well.

8/7/2009 12:36:27 PM

my jackass ex-roommate lost the valet key to my car

8/7/2009 12:37:04 PM