The place where things that are lost go. You may think something is in the back seat of your car, but when it turns out it isn't, and you can never find it again, it's in schrodinger's trashcan. Lost sunglasses, watches, socks, anything. -source: reallifecomics.com, Aug. 18, 2005
Holy Crap - if that's true this is like some sort of cosmic scratch disk! Instead of keeping track of a lot of useless information, whatever powers that be just toss the excess in here. That explains why so much stuff gets lost, seemingly forever. If something is unobserved for long enough, it's assumed to be safe for removal. This is Schrodinger's Trashcan!
A new girl/boyfriend who you cannot stop talking about. Generally making your friends sick.
Tom: Jim just keeps telling me boring things about his fascinating new thing, Shelly.
Bill: Doesn't he know you're single and lonely?