Once in awhile, we all get bad gifts. Luckily I didnt get any truly terrible gifts. now my fiance's dad bought some shoes for his wife. not only was one pair paticularly ugly, but neither pair was the right size. One was too big, and the other too small. :D This guy is probably the king of bad gifts, because he also bought my fiance an animated dvd of lord of the rings, even though she doesnt even care about the trilogy :D

Now one time in second grade I got the pinnacle of bad gifts. It was a school party, and everyone was supposed to bring a small gift for the classroom party. most of the kids got some small little neat toy. But not me. I got a homemade Airfreshner. It made me cry. but now I realize that it wasnt the gift that mattered so much. The person that made it, probably couldnt even afford to go buy a 5 dollar gift from walmart.




Feel free to share your humorous stories of gifts gone wrong.

Well, for our white elephant gift exchange, I ended up with a Chargers cap. A poorly-made one, at that. Light blue with the Chargers embroidery severely crooked.

No one wanted to steal it from me.

My bad present was my wife falling asleep on my kids bed when she put her to sleep last night......so i didn't get any sex :mad:

is there such a thing as a bad gift? I dunno.

I have to say I'm a little ticked off at Lucasarts for what I consider to be misleading advertising on their "Secret Weapons over Normandy" game. I had rented the game from Blockbuster previously and finished 10 missions. Since the back of the game box says "over thirty missions", I figured it was worth it to ask for the game for Christmas.

turns out there are only 15 missions, and 15 "challenges", which means I've almost beaten the game that I got yesterday. Grrrrr.

I got a basketball, even though my hoop is broken, and I stopped playing basketball. But it was cool, and it came with a football so I was happy.

Watch out guys, some people may say you are shallow for saying you got a bad gift :rolleyes:

(See the 'grandmother' thread for further elucidation)

My roomate got two cans of chilly and an air freshener at her family gift exchange. She said the guy that gave them to her was purposley being a dick.

My Ex left me on Christmas...




Of course, that gift was bad until 4 years later when I met my current fiance.

:)


FIANCEE!!

FIANCEE!!!!

fiance=man
fiancee=woman

Just so you know for future reference. :D

So Mustang isn't just a clever name ;)


Just kidding! :P

Originally posted by ISiddiqui
Watch out guys, some people may say you are shallow for saying you got a bad gift :rolleyes:

(See the 'grandmother' thread for further elucidation)

Trolling?

Originally posted by sabotai
fiance=man
fiancee=woman

Just so you know for future reference. :D

Talk about your one little missing letter getting you waaaaaay off base of what you meant.

Trolling?

Well.. if you have to ask ;).

My mother is the queen of bad gift giving. In my bachelorhood days it got to the point where I knew what she would send. Every year I got soap on the rope, a Swiss army knife, and some dorky-ass X-mas related clothing (a t-shirt or socks). The soap on a rope was really bad.

Then after I got married she topped it off in 1999. She sent us a y2k time capsule that consisted of an empty tin can with 2000 written on it. My wife and I got an empty tin can from my mother for X-mas that year.

This year she sent us a tin can full of popcorn.

Then there was one year when my mother-in-law sent us a package from QVC that consisted of a copper wire and a roll of felt. It was supposed to be some kind of thing to display jigsaw puzzles, but to me it was copper wire and a roll of green felt.

The gift I recieved seemed nice until I turned the lights on and saw the open sores.

my mom went through a really bad 2-year stage, where all of her presents were junk she bought off QVC. Really bad stuff that really had nothing to do with the person she was giving it too...just stuff she thought was cool (it wasn't).
thankfully, she's out of that phase, and is actually a really good gift-giver now.

my dad once gave my mom a dartboard for a gift (she hates darts, but he wanted one). my dad's been dead for several years now, and this happened probably 30 years ago, but we still are talking about it.

my favorite bad gift story would be from a friend of mine. one year, he got a toilet seat from his parents.