It’s called Buck Bomb… and I’m sending one to my Cousin, no matter what you say. Who doesn’t want to smell like Doe Estrus? When they’re Hunting! HUNTING! Or alone late at night… She’s going to love it.
Originally posted on idiotprufs:
We all want to give the perfect gift for Christmas. The gift that will brighten a child’s face. The gift that show thoughtfulness and caring. The type of gift that will result in moments that will be cherished forever.
Well that’s not going to happen because frankly, you’re a moron; the best you can hope for is to not screw things up too badly.
Since I’m practically an expert at screwing things up badly–I mean, I am shockingly good at it–I am going to assist you in what gifts not to give.
Don’t give your goth cousin a bottle of skin bronzer. Just because she’s a goth doesn’t mean her flesh will burst into flames if it’s exposed to real sunlight. It’s Holy water that does that.
Don’t give your still single aunt, a copy of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, because the only…
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