Or Luis, even.
When Graham went overseas, he gave my two best friends permission to throw out anything of his they deemed broken. (This was his response to being badgered about a box of broken sunglasses we found once; he'd said he could fix them, even though he couldn't and had bought them from the dollar store anyway.) Turns out quite a lot of things were "broken." However, we did find a box with a crowbar, a set of lock picks, an axe head, and a box labeled "This Is Not a Bomb." We still own that box. I don't think there's anything untoward in it, and what it says on the box is certainly true. No bombs there. I can never remember what it actually is, though.
"Now everyone was giving her that kind of look UFOlogists get when they suddenly say, 'Hey, if you shade your eyes you can see it is just a flock of geese after all.'"
"You can't erase icing."
"I can't believe it doesn't work! I found it on the internet, man!"