Craigslist's missed connections page has become our favorite afternoon diversion. You may recall last week's post in which we urged an anonymous and occupationally frustrated faggot not to shoot, hang or bludgeon himself (we succeeded, thank you).

Well, we were just trolling on through and found a tag line reading, "You gave me my wallet on the N, I gave you..." Obviously we had to know what this person gave the good Samaritan, so we clicked on through. And what we found filled us with more fury than a jilted drag queen...

Here's the text, in its mysterious and preemptively [sic]ed entirety:

i was sleeping with my roomate Fefe, you were with your friend. I headed off the N at Fort Hamilton, i dropped my wallet, you saved me and it from obscurity. What did i leave you?...by accident...

We want to know, dammit! Did you accidentally give this dude your money? Your phone number? Warts, Herpes? The stink eye? Your dead father's ashes? A bag of blow? (Was this man Keith Richards?) Are you angry? Are you flirting? We must know!

Readers, please, for the love all things homo, venture some guesses and ease our minds. This shit's bigger than that Snakemonkey mystery.