oh, I wish I were an oscar meyer weiner,
cos’ that is what I truely want to be…
Heh, you want tacky stuff? I’m willing to open up my parent’s house and let you have all the tacky stuff you want. Although technically these are not Christmas gifts, nor do they belong to me, I am sick of looking at these particular tacky items & I’m sure they will be glad of the tacky junk they get in exchange.
Highlights include:
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[li]Velvet Painting of Jesus carrying the cross up Calvary[/li]
[li]Set of Franklin Mint Humming Bird Bells[/li]
[li]Extensive collection of Christmas trees, Santas, ect. that sing and dance when you walk past them.[/li]
[li]The entire beanie baby musuem housed in what was my room. The Chippendale bookcase stays though, I’m hoping to inherit that.[/li]
[li]Microwavable Pork Rinds (though I guess Bubba could always buy more)[/li]
[li]And much, much, much more…I’ll have to go over tonight and catalogue.[/li]
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No reasonable offer refused! For the right trade, I’ll even through in Bubba (complete w/wife beater t-shirt and sky blue shorts)
Hi, Tatertot!
I just remembered that I have a few Beanie Baby clones shoved in a drawer somewhere. I hope they haven’t multiplied. God, I hate those things. They were a gift, of course.
How about I give them to you to add to the Beanie swarm you have to trade?
I’ll trade my clown for the hummingbirds, although I must warn you that you can’t look at the clown for very long without experiencing a sensation of vertigo.
I guess this is off the original subject slightly but the mating elephants statue reminds me of a joky poster I once saw:
Getting anything done around here is like mating elephants:
It’s done at a high level:
It takes a great deal of roaring and screaming:
Results take two years to show up!
screech-owl
Nice recursion thing you have going there.
Thanks! Messed it up all by myself!
4 lbs. of DE-CAF to go!
Too many wiener whistles on the brain is more like it.
Got a thing for Elvis eh? What would you trade me for these? ::Grace opens the closet and shows an assortment of Elvis merchandise::
I’ve got 8 stuffed animals in jumpsuits. When your press the big TCB belt bucklet they each play a different song.
I also got Elvis barbie-type dolls. If you’re looking for Elvis crap, uh…I mean stuff, I’m sure I’ve got it here somewhere. Just don’t tell the hubby that I’m offering it up in trade.
Plus if you take the Elvis things (did I mention the telephone that gyrates when it rings?), I’ll throw in the tacky plastic candle wreath I got last Christmas. That’s all you’ll get since the jerk didn’t even bother to give me a candle with it.