Lucky son of a *****. I have to buy gifts for nearly everyone and I dont even know what anyone of them want. I have nothing in common with any of them.SomeBritishDude said:Nothing. I'm still young enough to get away with giving distant relatives jack shit.
I should be rather grateful that I've never had any such obscure old-house-rooms-picture-assault before from any distant relatives, mainly because I don't pass on my address to them, which may result in some poor sod STILL getting random crap at my old Uni residence.Erana said:I just don't talk to them.
Last time they contacted us, they sent us pictures of the house my mother grew up in.
Yep, here's the front of the house. The side of the house. The back yard. The bedroom. The back of someone's head. The driveway. A gun with no possible self-defensive purpose. The OTHER bedroom. THe basement. The kitchen cabinets. The toilet. Yes, they even sent us a picture of the toilet. And that's not even half of the mundane images they sent.
Biggest, "The hell...?" moment of the year, right there.
Woah that IS weird still I can top that story. A mate of mine got a smoking Buddha cigarette holder from one of his aunts, when he was nine, and he has asthma.Erana said:I just don't talk to them.
Last time they contacted us, they sent us pictures of the house my mother grew up in.
Yep, here's the front of the house. The side of the house. The back yard. The bedroom. The back of someone's head. The driveway. A gun with no possible self-defensive purpose. The OTHER bedroom. THe basement. The kitchen cabinets. The toilet. Yes, they even sent us a picture of the toilet. And that's not even half of the mundane images they sent.
Biggest, "The hell...?" moment of the year, right there.
Ohh...I like getting socks. Nothing like the feel of a nice, new pair of socks.Nikita89 said:Socks! The ultimate bad present.
Please can I have a cookie?rottenbutter said:I will give them, what I give to everyone, jack shit.