The Worst Christmas Present Ever – A Cautionary Tale

Earlier this year, we discussed the worst Christmas gift that I ever got my wife.  I wish I could say that the FUBU backpack (very masculine) was the worst gift I have ever given, but it's not even close.

The year was 1989.  My two brothers and I hatched a plan to get our mother a thoughtful, and very personal gift that she would not have to share with anyone.  This is the story of how that pure and wholesome intention was perverted into a device of Satan himself.

Pictured above: more devilish than a thousand pitchforks.

The hottest gift of that year for the lady in your life was the Epilady.  A futuristic, hair removal device that promised to shave (pun intended) large chunks of time off of your schedule.  What used to take 10 minutes would now take 2 minutes.  How could she not love that?

The device did not remove chunks of time from her morning routine, it removed chunks of flesh from her leg.  This is a worse present than the coffee mug Bill was going to give Hillary this year.  It said, "World's Best President Girlfriend Wife?"

The moral of the story is this: Your intentions are not enough.  Do the research to find out weather or not your choice will maim then intended recipient.  A little due diligence goes a long way.

Sorry Mom : (