A convenient cover all excuse for the imaginary
repository of shiny, neat, and otherwise cool things that
you normally could not have through
our own means...
When my twin
brother and I grew
up we had sticky little fingers, so when we would
arrive back at our house
and Mom would
ask where we found such a shiny object, or whatever, we would
invariably explain; "Mom, we found it in the gutter", which she ended
the 'Magic Gutter'...