Reminds me of a friend I had in college, way back in the 70’s; his roommate during his freshman year had two 1-gallon pickle jars that he kept in his dorm room. The first one held toenail clippings – every single one he had made since early grade school. The second one was worse; it contained all of the scabs that he had ever peeled off of any scrape, bite, or bloody injury he might have had over the same time period. As I recollect, the toenail jar was about half full, and the scab jar was maybe half of that. I guess it was pretty boring living out on a farm up there in the middle of the Texas panhandle.
The entire toenail? Ouch!
Reminds me of a friend I had in college, way back in the 70’s; his roommate during his freshman year had two 1-gallon pickle jars that he kept in his dorm room. The first one held toenail clippings – every single one he had made since early grade school. The second one was worse; it contained all of the scabs that he had ever peeled off of any scrape, bite, or bloody injury he might have had over the same time period. As I recollect, the toenail jar was about half full, and the scab jar was maybe half of that. I guess it was pretty boring living out on a farm up there in the middle of the Texas panhandle.