Dec 17, 2010 10:01 AM
We've all got a horror story about the time our mom gave us a box filled with tampons and a training bra in front of our entire family that one Christmas, or the time our new boyfriend gave us a membership to an S&M club, or, worse still, diet pills. In honor of the worst gifts we, the Outblush staff, have ever received, we present a special holiday edition of Doubtblush: Wreck the Halls, where we'll tell you the stories of the most awful gifts we've gotten, and find a modern counterpart to it.... You know, just in case you've got a White Elephant party coming up.
Trajano here: For a while (read my entire adult life) I had a nasty habit of dating douche bags. They were like my crack. Crack that borrowed money, cheated on me, and one time cut my hair in my sleep. I rarely dated any one asshole long enough to warrant an exchange of gifts at the holidays, but the one year I did, the results was horrifically magnificent. Marcus (whom I later broke up with because he invited a homeless man home for dinner who urinated on our couch) got me a two sleazy lingerie items, a microwave, and edible undies. A combination of presents that clearly says "make me a Hungryman dinner, sex object." Why I didn't break up with him right at that moment... well your guess is as good as mine.
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