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I got a paper hat once. Made from newspapers.

I want one of those CDs with 70 minutes of continuous circus music/noises on it. I think it's called "Sounds Of The Circus."

Someday when I have a home of my own, if I ever entertained a party, I would play the circus music CD really low over the stereo and it would freak my guests out.

I remember last christmas we had this big family get together. I remember distinctly there were two dogs there. By th etime it was over, those two dogs had probably about $70 worth of presents. I had a box of candy (The kind you see at the checkout lines.) and I think maybe a shirt.

Ah well, I'm the least known person in my entire family anyway, so you can't really blame them.

socks in a secret santa thingie for jr. high. and they were'nt even meant for me, they were meant for the kid who didn't give me a gift, they just passed his sh*tty ift to me.

I have an uncle who kept drawing my name every year for christmas for 4 years. Every year he got my a really bad camera. 1st time it was kind of a lazy present since I don't use cameras so he'd have no reason to suspect I would. But as time went on I began to wonder if the man just had a closet full of cameras.

Can't even speak of some of the items, but on another note: I have this weird ettiquette that I have to keep any gift given to me. I wish I could throw some stuff away but I can't. I'll have to burn the apartment down one day to finally rid myself of them.

For instance: Someone gave me a button for my jacket (of the lame slogan variety) back in 1984 that I have always absolutely hated, and won't put on anything I wear. Yet I can't throw it away. I need a shrink.

I once received a (stolen) billiard ball... Still I loved it, since it's the most non-sequitor gift I've ever received.

The -most- clueless gift I've ever received was a car care kit from my aunt. I don't drive, I don't own a car, I don't WANT a car, I don't even like cars. Still I've found a few uses for the stretching roof-rack rope that came with it over the last year.

It's my birthday on tuesday, I'll let you know if anything tops that.

christwriter wrote:Once she gave my three cousins each an irridesant paper mache' trunk...full to the brim with candy. My brother got a packpack and I got a little tacky wire chest that bent the first time I put anything other than candy inside it (yep. They were full too)

I fail to see the lameness.

And of my 20 previous birthdays, I recieved gifts for my 14th, 17th and 19th. Family doesn't celebrate Christmas with presents.

On the upside, every present I have received has been a well thought out and appreciated gift..... except for the cactus... and the horrendous photoframe covered in glitter... and the socks.. basically everything from my 17th. Highschool. :[

Soap Committee wrote:HOT PINK PLEATHER PANTS.

I don't know wether to laugh or to cry. Sure it wasn't a joke present?

thingschange wrote: The -most- clueless gift I've ever received was a car care kit from my aunt. I don't drive, I don't own a car, I don't WANT a car, I don't even like cars. Still I've found a few uses for the stretching roof-rack rope that came with it over the last year.

It's my birthday on tuesday, I'll let you know if anything tops that.

WHA..?!
How could any sane person not like cars?
I'm a girl, and I love cars.
Of, course, maybe it's just me...
There are hardly and girls at school that even know what kind of car they have, forget what engine it has in it.

Me: Hey, I heard you got a car for your birthday.
Girl: Yeah, I did. It's nice.
Me: What kind is it?
Girl: What?
Me: What kind of car is it?
Girl: How the hell should I know? It's that red car over there; I have no idea what kind it is....

This was an actual conversation that actually took place, and serves as proof that 80% percent of teenage girls are stupid.


My birthday is on the 31st, and I already know what I'm getting, so I can tell you that it's good already.
It's not another car though...

Looks like I'm still stuck with an '88 Ford Bronco and '72 Datsun 260Z/ '63 Ferrari 250GTO project car that won't run right now.
Poo.
I want a Mini Cooper.
Or a Subaru WRX.


Worst present ever: Pajamas.
I hate pajamas; I get them every year by the truckloads.
Apparently no one ever notices that I always sleep in T-shirts and shorts; never wearing those flower-patterned monstrosities.
Bleah.

I, uh, have nightmares about being forced to drive.

grabmygoblin wrote:I, uh, have nightmares about being forced to drive.

*holds paintball gun to Goblins head*

Get in the car.

That's right...

Now push in the clutch, and put it in first...

Yes, yes...

*cuts seatbelt in half with a knife*

Now, you shall drive recklessly through rush hour traffic with the radio on full blast, and all your windows open; and you shall sing old Beach Boys and Beatles songs at the top of your voice.

Superlance wrote:

thingschange wrote: The -most- clueless gift I've ever received was a car care kit from my aunt. I don't drive, I don't own a car, I don't WANT a car, I don't even like cars. Still I've found a few uses for the stretching roof-rack rope that came with it over the last year.

It's my birthday on tuesday, I'll let you know if anything tops that.

WHA..?!
How could any sane person not like cars?
I'm a girl, and I love cars.
Of, course, maybe it's just me...
There are hardly and girls at school that even know what kind of car they have, forget what engine it has in it.

Me: Hey, I heard you got a car for your birthday.
Girl: Yeah, I did. It's nice.
Me: What kind is it?
Girl: What?
Me: What kind of car is it?
Girl: How the hell should I know? It's that red car over there; I have no idea what kind it is....

This was an actual conversation that actually took place, and serves as proof that 80% percent of teenage girls are stupid.


My birthday is on the 31st, and I already know what I'm getting, so I can tell you that it's good already.
It's not another car though...

Looks like I'm still stuck with an '88 Ford Bronco and '72 Datsun 260Z/ '63 Ferrari 250GTO project car that won't run right now.
Poo.
I want a Mini Cooper.
Or a Subaru WRX.


Worst present ever: Pajamas.
I hate pajamas; I get them every year by the truckloads.
Apparently no one ever notices that I always sleep in T-shirts and shorts; never wearing those flower-patterned monstrosities.
Bleah.

I... don't really care much about cars either...



We have a truck.... It's white... with uhh... stickers on it. -_-

Superlance wrote: This was an actual conversation that actually took place, and serves as proof that 80% percent of teenage girls are stupid.

Serves as proof that 80 percent of teenage girls don't really care what they drive so long as it rolls and stops when they tell it to. Sounds fine by me.

One time my aunt got me deodorant. Generic deodorant. That you would by at the dollar store. It's all right. She's dead now.

yeahduff wrote:

Superlance wrote: This was an actual conversation that actually took place, and serves as proof that 80% percent of teenage girls are stupid.

Serves as proof that 80 percent of teenage girls don't really care what they drive so long as it rolls and stops when they tell it to. Sounds fine by me.

I personally don't care what the car is, as long as the mechanics etc. work fine and that I can get from A to B with out breaking down.

Superlance wrote: WHA..?!
How could any sane person not like cars?

When did I ever claim to be sane?

Superlance wrote: I'm a girl, and I love cars.

I'm gay, can I use that as an excuse?

Superlance wrote: This was an actual conversation that actually took place, and serves as proof that 80% percent of teenage girls are stupid.

I'm struggling hard to avoid commenting on this one

I can get people who love motorcycles... still not quite my thing, but I know where they're coming from. Cars have always struck me as a little boring.

Plus when I catch the train I can spend the same amount of time drawing. If it weren't for me catching the train every day my comic would never be getting made.

(Edited this a few minutes later to fix my crappy bbcode... I don't know forums too well)

heffaloop wrote:

christwriter wrote:Once she gave my three cousins each an irridesant paper mache' trunk...full to the brim with candy. My brother got a packpack and I got a little tacky wire chest that bent the first time I put anything other than candy inside it (yep. They were full too)

I fail to see the lameness.

And of my 20 previous birthdays, I recieved gifts for my 14th, 17th and 19th. Family doesn't celebrate Christmas with presents.

On the upside, every present I have received has been a well thought out and appreciated gift..... except for the cactus... and the horrendous photoframe covered in glitter... and the socks.. basically everything from my 17th. Highschool. :[

That reminded me. Once I got cactus just as I was planing to buy any room plant except cactus. And when I already got it, I thought: "What the heck, one plant is enough." People often give me cactuses.
IMO, the worst present anyone could ever give is a live pet.

Oh, and my friend once got underwear with pictures of pigs engaged in various sexual position. Honestly, I'm not kidding.

On my 13th birthday, my parents gave me a plastic bingo set. (Set comprised of the numbered balls, the numbered cards and the little wire barrel thing that you put the balls in and turn around and around).

At the time I didn't even know how to play bingo.
I doubt I'd ever heard of it.



And then they never offered to play with me.

In our family people ask what other people want. That way odds are the person will get what they want. I usually get money these days though. It's easier than asking someone to buy a 120 gig Western digital sata drive with 8mb cache.