Worst christmas present

magpie · 06-12-2006, 21:54

What was the worst present you ever got?

Too late to stop my kid brother buying his girlfriend a brain trainer thingy...
she keeps forgetting things: ( his present will be one thing she forgets)
when she sees what he bought her: Insult or what

WillowTheWhisp · 06-12-2006, 21:57

What's a brain trainer thingy?

magpie · 06-12-2006, 21:59

its a hand held game that gives you simple problems to solve:
so you exercise your brain , so you don't keep forgetting things:

WillowTheWhisp · 06-12-2006, 22:02

sounds like fun

magpie · 06-12-2006, 22:02

I forget: what was I talking about :-)

Doug · 06-12-2006, 22:10

The worst I never got is more appropriate for me and it something I can never forget, although I don’t hold anyone responsible, it just one of those events in life that sticks like ****

I remember after my dad left for the second time in the late 60s. We had now’t and I mean now’t, we had to go to the Social Services for a handout for Christmas, not because we wanted to, but because we simply had nothing at all. We where told we didn’t qualify for anything, I was given a box with a few broken toys and old books in it and told to pick one, and only one. I was gutted and told her to stuff it. My mother told something a little stronger and marched us off. We had **** all that year, a few bits, colouring book and the like. But to my mother’s credit with what little we had, we had a good Christmas.

shillelagh · 06-12-2006, 23:15

Some bath bombs - I havent got a bath!

SPUGGIE J · 07-12-2006, 06:32

Socks with more colours than Heinz have varieties. Was supposed to be cheerful but they were soooo garish. Always wondered if they were made frome Josephs technicoloured dream coat.

WillowTheWhisp · 07-12-2006, 08:23

One year my mother took the old treadle sewing machine my grannie had left me and had it converted to electric as a surprise. I was gutted. I'd loved that treadle machine.

Mick · 07-12-2006, 08:29

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Originally Posted by shillelagh

Some bath bombs - I havent got a bath!

well please have a wash before the next meet thanks

grannyclaret · 07-12-2006, 12:11

Quote:

Originally Posted by Doug

The worst I never got is more appropriate for me and it something I can never forget, although I don’t hold anyone responsible, it just one of those events in life that sticks like ****

I remember after my dad left for the second time in the late 60s. We had now’t and I mean now’t, we had to go to the Social Services for a handout for Christmas, not because we wanted to, but because we simply had nothing at all. We where told we didn’t qualify for anything, I was given a box with a few broken toys and old books in it and told to pick one, and only one. I was gutted and told her to stuff it. My mother told something a little stronger and marched us off. We had **** all that year, a few bits, colouring book and the like. But to my mother’s credit with what little we had, we had a good Christmas.

Oh doug that brought a tear ...good on your mum....
sometimes those memmories are the best .

shillelagh · 07-12-2006, 14:39

Quote:

Originally Posted by mick

well please have a wash before the next meet thanks

Who's going to wash my back?

jimmi5bellies · 07-12-2006, 15:11

A monogramed hankie !
Imagine putting a snot filled hankie in the washer with your other clothes, the snot would rub off onto everything else

. I prefer bog roll.

flashy · 07-12-2006, 16:07

someone once bought me some nail polish, the fact that it was nail polish didnt bother me, what did bother me was that it was green

Billcat · 07-12-2006, 16:46

Do you in the UK have those clocks the chirp like different birds according to the hour? My nephews gave their dad a variation on that theme. Every hour, a different noisy variation on a particularly bad attack of gas. Fortunately it only addresses the visual senses, not the olfactory!

The name of this item is also in glorious bad taste - The Fart Clock!