Let the gift giving commence!

Ok, so I spent yesterday baking and making to my hearts content for Christmas goodies to hand out to deserving folks. You can see all my creations here (hint...Christmas Goodies 1,2,3). And today, I get tagged by the great Dr. Zibbs to participate in even more gift giving...oh be still my weak heart...

So without further adieu:

The That Blue Yak Crappy Gifts for Sick People Stockpile

You see, most people don't want to actually buy a gift for charity. But what if you didn't have to actually buy one? I'm proposing that we make a list of gifts that MIGHT be given to some sick people and we just send the list to a place where sick people are. Maybe, just maybe, some rich dude will see the list and buy all of the presents for the sick people.

Who knows?And why waste really good things on sick people? They're probably going to just cough on it anyway or something. And it's the thought that counts right? So the crappier the gift the better.

So what you do is:

1) Pick a crappy gift for the That Blue Yak Crappy Gifts For Sick People Stockpile and post it on your site.

2) Pick 5 bloggers that you think might want to open their hearts and pick a crappy gift.

3) Link back to this post.

4) And if you really want to get into heaven, write, "I POSTED A CRAPPY GIFT" in the comments section of this post so we can see the crappy gifts you picked.

So my crappy gift is:

AHAHAHAHAH! Oh, the literal irony of it all! Get it? Crappy gift?? AHAHAHA...I kill myself! Fake poo is not for college pranks and 12 year old boys anymore! They are the gift that keeps on giving!

Ok, all you little blogger elves, I pick these people to be my proverbial bell ringers this season:

1) Sid from Verbal Diorhea

2) The Poobomber

3) Chris from Inane Thoughts and Ramblings

4) Sabrae

5) Candy

I've been infected...

settle down settle down...it's a story virus that Some Guy infected me with. No worries little ones, I'm not gonna die from it...at least I don't think so. I'm not so good with the instructions.

Anyway, here goes:

The bus was more crowded than usual. It was bitterly cold outside, and I hadn't prepared for it. I noticed that a fair number of the riders were dressed curiously. As I glanced around, I stretched my feet and kicked up against a large, heavy cardboard box laying under the seat in front of me. (Splotchy)

I hunched down to see what it was, but as I did, the bus violently veered to left. I was thrown up against a heavyset Asian woman with blond hair. I pardoned myself, but she faced forward with no reply. Just then, a man wearing a jumpsuit of silver and gold stood up at the front of the bus. He was holding a megaphone and a box of graham crackers. He held the megaphone up to his face and began to speak... (Some Guy)

"Ladies and Gentlemen...please do not be afraid! I am here to help you" he said in a mighty booming voice. As he began to step towards me I felt a hand creep its way around my throat and all of a sudden I was pressed against the mighty bosom of the Asian woman as she she hauled me to my feet. She began to back away from the costumed crusader all the while holding me, feet dangling in the air. I panicked and my eyes searched the bus, hoping to connect with someone, anyone who would be able to help me. My eyes met those of the hero in gold and just as I began to gasp for air he yelled...(~E)

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I tag: Fancy, WWW, Mr. Anderson, Matt, Pistols, and Expat.