What's the weirdest gift you've GIVEN?

A monkey in a spaceship. One of my young cousins-in-law donated the space ship. I bought the monkey at the dollar store.

My brother had jokingly requested that as a Christmas present a few months before Christmas. So that’s what he got! (I also got him a “real” gift).

He asked for his napkin to be folded in the shape of a dolphin at Christmas dinner last year. I made a fairly passable fish/dophin-y napkin fold in about 20 minutes.

I don’t know why I do these things for him.

A small bell on a string.

I gave it to a couple that had a small child, and told them that my gift would improve their sex life.

I once gave my Dad a box with the ‘ingredients’ and a recipe for road kill cat stew. (We ate road kill deer for years when we lived in a small town, when I saw the plushie cat I knew I had to get it for Dad).

That cat goes with him everywhere in his truck.

The g/f who gave me the anvil? Once I gave her a pair of Army surplus snowshoes (in L.A.).

A combination music box/kalidescope.

One Christmas I gave a 40ish female friend a huge, real, ostrich egg. No particular reason- I was just in an impulsive, wacko mood.

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Well, in fairness, the kids knew what they were playing for up front.

And the “prizes” weren’t prizes for the kids so much as they were items that the other workers and I found humor in (e.g., “I wonder what their parents were thinking when they told them they’d won a jar of minced garlic?”, followed by much pothead (but pot-free) style laughter). Yes, truly, the school age groups under the tutelage of myself and a couple other (male as well) coworkers were the rockingest in the entire (church-based) daycare.

I gave my brother a brick last Xmas,…although, to be fair, that was only to disguise the fact that I got him a gift card. Do you know how strange they look at you at the Home Depot when you buy a single brick?

Was it this song, perhaps?

Cool story, by the way. :slight_smile:

When my daughter came home for Christmas break from college every year, I would get her room ready and buy her a little gift and put it on her bedside table - “welcome home, Peanut”. I would go to Real Deals (dollar store) and I bought her: a remarkably badly painted china clown head (Welcome To Your Worst Nightmare); a teeny plaster plant stand composed of two plaster chickens holding up the plant stand with their wings (Cluck You); and a resin mother chimpanzee with baby chimp. We called this last one “Hairy Pink Monkey Titty” as said chimp’s torso did, indeed, sport bright pink titties, no doubt hand painted in some sweatshop in China. The last year, she graduated with a degree in anthropology, so she got a build-your-own-human-skeleton kit and a copy of “Stiff” by Mary Roach.

I gave my son a can of Anti Monkey Butt Powder. for Xmas once.

For Christmas one year, I think it was 2000 or 2001, I gave my twentysomething brother a pink Easy-Bake Oven.
My defense: He specifically asked for it.

A signet ring and sealing wax.

In my defense, it was 1969 and it didn’t seem all that weird at the time.

My husband give his best friend a wedding present of a roll of duct tape, wrapped in… a roll of duct tape. Silly men. I gave the bride a real, if boring, present.

I’ve given custom chosen fortune cookies, a notebook made from poop, and voodoo dolls…

Oh gawd, I’d forgotten until I read this thread. For reasons I couldn’t articulate even at the time, let alone now, in my mid-teens I gave my father a foam tyre inflation kit, something like this. I mean, I was a dumb and clueless kid but that was a new low even for me. No friggin’ idea why I thought that was a reasonable [birthday | christmas] gift for him. I suppose it made a bit of a change from the succession of** Erik von Daniken **and **Alvin Toffler **books I gave him, that I thought were the height of intellectual sophistication at the time.

I also gave my high school girlfriend a necklace, which was wrapped in a slightly larger boc, which was wrapped in a slightly larger box… repeat until very large box…

For years my standard wedding gift was a set of pink plastic flamingos and a stool sample. A niece had caught onto this and included a plea for no plastic flamingos with wedding invitation. I gave her the stool sample and a devil duckshower curtain.

On a side note, I always included one of the better items off their gift registry list too.

I once boxed up and mailed a plush squirrel with walnuts used as packing material.

I once gave a boss of mine a dominatrix Barbie (I’d fashioned the costume she wore, complete with a tiny whip, myself) riding a vaguely seal shaped yam.