JonR
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Friday, September 17, 2004 12:59:00 PM
the absolute worst present that you ever received (Christmas, Birthday, Hanukkah, etc. etc.), and who gave it to you?

JonR

usahog
Friday, September 17, 2004 1:28:00 PM
a Frickin Norelco $35.00 cordless razor for Christmas from my ex wife prior to our seperation... I had bought her a complete set of Correl waer cooking and dinner wear that same year... God I'm glad I've been blessed away from that >>>...&&&&&)))(((($$$$$****** Woman..

Hog

bloody spaniard
Friday, September 17, 2004 2:22:00 PM
My buddy received a toilet seat (gag gift?) as a Christmas gift from his "dad" when he was a teen. His well-to-do father had recently divorced his mother leaving the family of eight to subsist on welfare and his funny sense of humor.

I've never really received a "bad" gift- been blessed that way. Welllllll, maybe socks & underwear when I was a kid. Never understood the need for more than a couple pairs of each--that's why you turned 'em inside out, right? LOL

blood

PS: You going to tell us your worst gift, JonR? Was it a bad frog from Rick?

echo4alpha
Friday, September 17, 2004 6:16:00 PM
A recall during leave just before Xmas of '89 to head down to Panama. Compliments of Uncle Sam's Misguided Children.
osage
Friday, September 17, 2004 6:30:00 PM
Hey Hog! I think I can see why... the last thing a woman wants for Christmas is a frickin set of cookware.
JonR
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Friday, September 17, 2004 7:28:00 PM
Yo Hog:

I have to agree with osage. You should have gave one of those push lawn mowers or a washboard.

LMAO

JonR

usahog
Saturday, September 18, 2004 12:03:00 AM
If Ida known that was what it took for her to call it quits I woulda bought her the crap for an annaversary gift and started packing right after my last child was born...

and the razor was a POS from the time I took it out of the box...

Hog

Seth Gekko
Saturday, September 18, 2004 11:15:00 AM
A Barry Manilow album from an aunt in the early 80's. . . .