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Apparently my backyard is beset by time traveling dope fiends

More likely it was pharmaceutical garbage.

I guess, but why is it suddenly spawning in my backyard, along with
centuries old books and other things I can make no money off of yet are
priceless?

Actually I lied, I am selling these things. What’s the going price on weird medical relics that aren’t human remains?

Not much. They survive remarkably well.

Boy I can’t wait til the chickens dig up a whole ass dead guy.

I fricking hate this house. I hate it, I hate it.

Why?