Holiday Shopping Tips For The Retarded
If you don't know this stuff by now, then you will be immediately placed on the Holiday Retard List.
It's officially December, the National "Go To The Mall And Buy Stuff for People" Month.
So please keep this one simple tip in mind: when you're buying presents for people, the "thought" doesn't count.
The present counts.
We can forgive our children when they were really young and made us adorable precious angel ornaments for the tree out of toilet paper rolls, pipe cleaners, and crayons when what we ACTUALLY wanted was a weekend away at a spa in the Berkshires. They didn't have credit cards and besides, they couldn't sign their names in cursive even if they did.
So forget the kids...Christmas isn't about THEM anyways. Let's think about us grown-ups for a moment here. There are rules for gift buying, and if you don't follow them, then you deserve whatever YOU get for Christmas.
Rules for Loved Ones:
When wife, husband, favorite boyfriend/girlfriend or hooker says:
"Gee honey, I really LOVED those (insert name of designer here Hoagy) completely impractical and very expensive stilletoe heeled thigh high red faux alligator skin boots we just saw at Macy's. Sure wish I had a pair of THOSE!" then do not purchase Said Loved One:
A pair of gloves
A "Safety Kit" in case they get stuck in their car during a snowstorm
ANY item of clothing you pick out all by yourself because you KNOW your Loved One's taste (you don't).
Buy the fucking boots. (One note...if Said Loved One happens to be a husband and/or favorite boyfriend and expresses interest in the thigh high stilletoe heeled boots, then immediately make new arrangements for Christmas that do not include him.)
Rules for Everyone Else:
This category includes neighbors, colleagues, the paper boy, children's teachers etc.
Who cares? Wal-Mart's open pretty late on Christmas Eve-grab what's left.
Except when it comes to your children's teachers, of course. We collectively own enough "I Heart My Teacher" mugs to open our own chain of Teacher Tea & Coffee Hotspots (Constant CNN Coverage and Regular Quizzes Free of Charge). Instead,I suggest lottery scratch tickets (which I get my children's teachers every year because I think it would be wicked funny if the best teacher in the school won a ton of money, quit their job, and every parent in the community would blame ME) and booze.
And my kids? They want ipods and laptops. So I've got my toilet paper rolls and pipe cleaners out right now....it's payback time!
It's officially December, the National "Go To The Mall And Buy Stuff for People" Month.
So please keep this one simple tip in mind: when you're buying presents for people, the "thought" doesn't count.
The present counts.
We can forgive our children when they were really young and made us adorable precious angel ornaments for the tree out of toilet paper rolls, pipe cleaners, and crayons when what we ACTUALLY wanted was a weekend away at a spa in the Berkshires. They didn't have credit cards and besides, they couldn't sign their names in cursive even if they did.
So forget the kids...Christmas isn't about THEM anyways. Let's think about us grown-ups for a moment here. There are rules for gift buying, and if you don't follow them, then you deserve whatever YOU get for Christmas.
Rules for Loved Ones:
When wife, husband, favorite boyfriend/girlfriend or hooker says:
"Gee honey, I really LOVED those (insert name of designer here Hoagy) completely impractical and very expensive stilletoe heeled thigh high red faux alligator skin boots we just saw at Macy's. Sure wish I had a pair of THOSE!" then do not purchase Said Loved One:
A pair of gloves
A "Safety Kit" in case they get stuck in their car during a snowstorm
ANY item of clothing you pick out all by yourself because you KNOW your Loved One's taste (you don't).
Buy the fucking boots. (One note...if Said Loved One happens to be a husband and/or favorite boyfriend and expresses interest in the thigh high stilletoe heeled boots, then immediately make new arrangements for Christmas that do not include him.)
Rules for Everyone Else:
This category includes neighbors, colleagues, the paper boy, children's teachers etc.
Who cares? Wal-Mart's open pretty late on Christmas Eve-grab what's left.
Except when it comes to your children's teachers, of course. We collectively own enough "I Heart My Teacher" mugs to open our own chain of Teacher Tea & Coffee Hotspots (Constant CNN Coverage and Regular Quizzes Free of Charge). Instead,I suggest lottery scratch tickets (which I get my children's teachers every year because I think it would be wicked funny if the best teacher in the school won a ton of money, quit their job, and every parent in the community would blame ME) and booze.
And my kids? They want ipods and laptops. So I've got my toilet paper rolls and pipe cleaners out right now....it's payback time!
24 Comments:
There's also the "no handmade items" clause. I've been known to violate that one on occasion...and I'm always slightly sheepish later. Some things seem like a good idea at the time!
Nobody on my list wanted red, stiletto, thigh-high boots...thank god.
Though Roger hasn't really said for sure what SHE wants...
Cake....
Handmade is absolutely forbidden.
Roger? She? Get him/her the boots.
By the way, glad you finally woke up...was under the desk snuggly?
Roger's my sister...Roger, meet Bemis...Bemis, meet Roger.
So neither of you wants this nice pair of mitts I made myself? No? Damn!
Sometimes I'm a little retahded, I admit it.
Under the desk was very comfy, yes...dark and quiet. ::contented sigh::
What if I made a pair of stiletto, thigh-high boots myself? Would that be okay?
Just curious...
Cake,
Dare you! Homemade Designer boots???
Send them directly to anunomess...I'll pay for the shipping (as long as I get a photo of the final product first)
But what will we call them?
Cakeboots?
Cakesterboots?
RoyalCakinessboots?
I'll bet Britney would wear them without panties...
Oh...sorry....didn't mean to bring up that image again.
And nice to meet you Roger...
Sorry I was a little fuzzy about the whole gender thing-
Roger, Bemis...who can tell?
Want some boots?
And by the way,
Was Sparkle abducted by aliens from a GoodHouskeeping Certified Planet, or was she secretly adopted by George or Denzel?
I could emotionaly handle the alien abduction...but if she's at the Italian Villa right now, I'm not gonna be very happy.
Of course I meant a GoodHousekeepng "Approved" planet...
But it doesn't matter. If she's not on Mars and hanging out at an Italian villa with MY father (I was at the top of the adoption list) then there's gonna be sine GodFather action happening REALLY soon.
I'd check on your horses if I were you Sparkle....
I'm being dared to make stiletto, thigh-high boots? DARED?! But I never back down from a dare!
Hmmm. I'll have to see what I can do about this dilemma...
p.s.
Britney without panties....aaaah! I have to poke my eyes out again!
p.p.s.
Roger's blog persona is after a Monty Python character. And I think she's somewhere hopped up on cupcakes and wine tonight...I'm so proud. ::wipes eyes::
p.p.p.s.
Nothing for this p.p.p.s.
BD thanks for allowing me comment, finally. Let me guess first comment "Cake" Bing Bing Bing a winner
Motheragawd,
Oh the things we remember!
You are aware that the "Loser" (whom I prefer to call "StupidHead")is reading this...
Dear Stupidhead:
What were you THINKING?? That's much worse than making something yourself!
"Handmade" is different from "Handjob", right?
Well, now we know what SWC wants for Christmas.
And anunomess:
Maybe we ARE the same person :Twighlight Zone Music playing in background:
Howdy Spud!
And how are those boots coming along Cake? I've got some extra toilet paper rolls and pipe cleaners if you need them
Anuomess,
SWC will probably get the SMORE scraps left around a campsite somewhere...wouldn't that make him happy?
Anunomess,
And then hibernate! He'd be one happy Danger Bear.
Anunomess,
But won't all his designer shoes make his feet happy?
Oh yeah...I forgot...they don't sell designer shoes for paws.
Maybe Cake can make him 2 pair of boots.
So first SWC wanted a handjob (wouldn't that be bestiality??) and now he wants red, stiletto, thigh-high, handmade boots!?
I'm so confused.
Anyways, I went to see Bond again this afternoon...now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to see if Daniel Craig is looking to adopt anyone.
Cake,
I'll have a nice Lady's safety kit for you when you arrive.
Shooooooo, anonymous-selling-poster-person!!!!!
You have no power here!
Be gone before another house drops on you!
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