My gift to Rob
I gotta admit, I'm not the best gift giver. I'm usually too self absorbed to notice what anyone else's likes, dislikes, or interests are...plus I try to shop for presents for other people and just end up coming home with a bunch of new shit for myself. Whatever.
Aaaaanywhore....what do you get for the dude who can have
The answer is that I have no fucking clue, so I resorted to my sense of humor.
I guess I'm not total FAIL. I know you like some stuff. Unfortunately, it's the same stuff everybody else knows you like. Like Hot Pockets and Heineken.
Yeah, none for me thanks.
How about a crate of the American equivalent of your favorite breakfast cereal?
You likey the cinnamon toast crunch no??
Of course, you may be more in the mood for a home cooked meal of spaghetti and Kobe meatballs.
I make a mean meatball. No joke here.
Not hungry? Maybe I can offer something to quench your thirst instead...
All you can drink, and a vaycay to boot!!
This is us at the end of the night.
Hobo love will never die.
Perhaps one of these will tickle your
happy trail fancy?
You are supah...shall I fetch you a cape?
How about a retreat at the Stoli Hotel? Avec moi...bien sur.
Ok ok. Kidding aside. I think I have something that you may actually LIKE...
"No shit? Let's hear it!"
Front row seats to Van fucking Morrison!!!!!
"That's what the fuck I'm talkin' about."
I thought you'd like that. At least I hoped it would
Sometimes I hate the postal service.
Here's to getting prezzies!!! Even if you don't like any of them, they're still fun to open.