It's a pillow. No, it's a TV remote. No, it's a pillow. No, it's a TV remote. Hey, it is easier to throw at the screen when your team loses.
My family never wore matching Christmas clothes. Ever.
A Darth Vader toaster. May the margarine be with you.
A remote control-powered tarantula. When the real thing isn't revolting enough.
With this extension, you can take a selfie that includes all 12 of your friends. As if you had 12 friends you wanted to be in a picture with.
Just in case Tommy Smothers is on your gift list.
For the Ebola victim in your family.
For 400 bucks, you can get your cat this robotic litter box. For two bucks, I'll come over and hold his head under water.
For a mere fifteen thousand dollars, you can have your own tanning spa at home. And doesn't this gift idea have "Fire Department" written all over it?
How fucking lazy are you if you can't hold a hair dryer in your hand???
The extra heavy fins might make a nice gift for the missus that needs to sink to the bottom.
Dinner last night: The traditional Thanksgiving Day feast cooked by yours truly.
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