a wooden pig fridge magnet (sans the actual magnet)
enough pieces from a battleship game to possibly render it unplayable
a piece from a lite bright set
enough hershey miniature wrapper debris that show that I probably learned my OCD habit of carefully folding the wrappers from my parents
golf tees
clothespins
a rock that smells like fossilized black licorice, but may actually be a rock, I really don't know
rusty paperclips
a dozen pens (half of which still write AND have their caps!)
a golf pencil
Dad's 1994 renewal notice for GAMES magazine
the money clip swag (holding my tax forms together) that is why I even dared to reach into the dark recesses of my hand-me-down sofa in the first place
(EDIT, how could I forget these?) 62 cents, highly corroded