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Sometimes this happens…buy a gift…like the gift…get another gift. 😄
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Probably happens more often than we want to admit. 🙂
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I have the same problem giving away books. 🙂
Oh gosh, this is too funny. “He’s too young for these books anyway”–don’t we all make rationalizations as to why the gift is not good for them but good for us? 😂
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I blame our mothers. Whenever we needed to buy a gift for someone and couldn’t think what to get, Mom would say “Just give them something you’d like to receive yourself.”
Frankincense is what Dr. Frankenstein forgot to give his creation when he made him. That is way his creation acted the way it did.
LOL. I bought a Christmas gift for someone this year and when I got it home I decided to keep it for myself. I picked up a last minute something for her instead.
They should be called the Three Lucky Men. What are the odds of coming across a 24 Hour Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh Shop? I think pretty darn slim, especially in the middle of a little town like Bethlehem! Good one, Blue! 💙
Bwhahahaha 😀 … love it. 😀
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People who hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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