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Belated Mother’s Day Gifts

Filed under: Miscellaneous — By Jack at 10:02 am on Monday, May 15, 2006

Hey there, readers. I hope you all remembered to call your moms yesterday and send flowers and cards. But if you didn’t, don’t worry because there is still time! Actually, there isn’t still time. Mother’s Day was yesterday, but if you get your mom a gift this week she’ll still be happy. Really, it doesn’t take much to impress moms. After all, this is the lady who wiped your ass for the first few years of your life. The fact that you can now do that on you own should be enough to make her happy. On to the gifts:

Nachos
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Nothing says “thank you for the gift of life” than the gift of chips and cheese. You should probably only give this to your mom if you live in the same city as her and can deliver it yourself. I’ve sent nachos through the mail before and it’s not pretty when they get there. Even though I wrote on the envelope “Nachos Inside: Do Not Bend,” the Post Office still managed to screw it up.

A Trip to Space Camp
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Even if your mom is 60 years-old and has doesn’t even like driving over high bridges, she’ll love the feeling of being whipped around in a g-force simulator. Warning: Buying this for your mother increases exponentially the likelihood that someone will insult you by saying, “Your momma’s an astronaut.” You’ve been warned.

Some Homemade Arts and Crafts Bullshit
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It’s almost tragic how moms fall for this sort of thing. Just get yourself some popsicle sticks, Elmer’s glue, and cottonballs, and slap it all together on a paper plate. Hell, throw a pipe cleaner or two in there if you want to get really nuts. Call it a hat, call it a winter landscape, call it whatever you want. Your mom will love it.

As for what I got my mom for Mother’s Day, I bought her a trip in a hot air balloon while George Clooney fed her grapes and told her what a super lady she is. But that’s just because my mom is the best. Much, much better than your moms. I even made her a certificate that says so.

11 Comments »

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Comment by Mark Bratton

May 15, 2006 @ 1:42 pm

I got James’ mom a hot air balloon.

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Comment by james

May 15, 2006 @ 1:51 pm

I got Mrs. Bratton a furry, foot-long, heated dildo. Don’t ask me about the furry part, it’s just what she likes, and it was Mother’s Day after all.

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Comment by Chris Burrito

May 15, 2006 @ 1:59 pm

Can I trade my silver rocket for the furry foot-long?

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Comment by Jack

May 15, 2006 @ 3:22 pm

Finally, some intelligent discourse in the comments section.

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Comment by anne

May 15, 2006 @ 5:16 pm

Goo-Gone helps get the mustard out of the fur

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Comment by Derek

May 15, 2006 @ 5:35 pm

What happened to comments 631 and 633? The fact that they were deleted makes me feel like I missed something good.

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Comment by Jack

May 15, 2006 @ 6:21 pm

631 and 633 were spam comments, which my spam-catcher caught. Although, there’s a chance that it was two spambots talking about each other’s moms. That would be sweet. But they’d probably still try to sell us all Viagra. Or get us to gamble online.

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Comment by Tony Black

May 16, 2006 @ 8:10 am

Can I get in on this action? After all, everyone knows, I love to…

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Comment by Ben

May 16, 2006 @ 10:29 am

Love to what, Tony? I’m confused. What is it that you love to do?

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Comment by Rob Fumerton

May 16, 2006 @ 12:16 pm

Shut-up, Barnett.

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Comment by Ben

May 16, 2006 @ 3:51 pm

So Fumerton IS still alive. Good to know.

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