Burberry leather gloves, so I can kill hookers without leaving fingerprints behind.
Burberry leather gloves, so I can kill hookers without leaving fingerprints behind.
My girlfriend organized for me to spend a day with tigers in a private sanctuary. I don't really have a need for any physical gifts. I have most of what I need/want.
But the chance to play with tiger cubs and walk with some badass cats = Pretty swish.
My girlfriend organized for me to spend a day with tigers in a private sanctuary. I don't really have a need for any physical gifts. I have most of what I need/want.
But the chance to play with tiger cubs and walk with some badass cats = Pretty swish.
Food poisoning from a local deli. I got zapped.
My gift: The wide-eyed belief on the part of my five-year-old that his daddy is the high shit, the go-to guy when fucking Santa Claus needs a favour.
This year I volunteered to help do some driving for a local food bank. One of their pickup points is at the library, and I took my son down with me to hear Santa read The Polar Express and pick up food. Except Garrett didn't know the second part. The guy who plays Santa at the library is a friend of ours, and although I had already committed to deliver the library's stuff to the clearing house, I had him pull us aside and ask if we could do Santa a huge service -- he had so many committments and there was a lot more food than normal, so since we have a big truck would it be possible to help him out and take this stuff for him?
My gift: The wide-eyed belief on the part of my five-year-old that his daddy is the high shit, the go-to guy when fucking Santa Claus needs a favour.
I also got some socks.
Frank
My gift: The wide-eyed belief on the part of my five-year-old that his daddy is the high shit, the go-to guy when fucking Santa Claus needs a favour.
Best Christmas gift this year was one I gave, an engagement ring to my Girlfriend. All the other random stuff I got pales in comparison to the fact that she said yes![]()
This year I volunteered to help do some driving for a local food bank. One of their pickup points is at the library, and I took my son down with me to hear Santa read The Polar Express and pick up food. Except Garrett didn't know the second part. The guy who plays Santa at the library is a friend of ours, and although I had already committed to deliver the library's stuff to the clearing house, I had him pull us aside and ask if we could do Santa a huge service -- he had so many committments and there was a lot more food than normal, so since we have a big truck would it be possible to help him out and take this stuff for him?
My gift: The wide-eyed belief on the part of my five-year-old that his daddy is the high shit, the go-to guy when fucking Santa Claus needs a favour.
I also got some socks.
Frank