. . and came across cans containing a dozens of magazines for M1 carbine, all full. Now there is an M1 carbine under the bed with two 30 round clips (full) taped back to back, but this vast store was oviously absurd.
I sat down to consider this. I didn't remember ever having been insane, or planning to start a war, or stocking vast amounts of ammunition against an alien invasion, but there it was. Why?
Then I remembered - i'd inherrited it all from a former friend who WAS insane. His sister gave it all to me after he blew his head off with a shotgun in his parents bathroom.