Worst christmas present

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magpie

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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 :)
 
its a hand held game that gives you simple problems to solve:
so you exercise your brain , so you don't keep forgetting things:
 
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.
 
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. :o
 
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.
 
Doug said:
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.
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Oh doug that brought a tear ...good on your mum....
sometimes those memmories are the best .
 
A monogramed hankie !
Imagine putting a snot filled hankie in the washer with your other clothes, the snot would rub off onto everything else :eek: . I prefer bog roll. :D
 
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 :(
 
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!
 
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