Gift Cards

If you fuck up Christmas and you have to get someone a gift card, so be it. Just don’t try to fool them with this gift card that comes in its own pretty little box.

You get this thing and you’re like “oh cool, probably a ring” or “wow probably a small and really sharp knife.” NO. Fifty bucks. But at least it’s not as depressing as this:

You marry someone and you live with them for 25 fucking years, the same house, the same room, and then you commemorate the event with a gift card? That’s cold as fuck.