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May 22, 2008

1557: "The call me the HipHopOpotamus. My lyrics are bottomless..."

You know how little kids are so unburdened by concern for anyone but themselves that they’ll unabashedly rank their gifts in front of the very people who gave them those gifts?

You know what I mean. I guess you can get by on being small and cute up to a certain point, but that's just tacky. Even in elementary school I had an uncomfortable feeling when a girl I was friends with stood up in the middle of unwrapping her birthday presents to announce to all her guests that my gift was the best she'd received so far. I mean, she was totally right -- you can't go wrong with a Jem doll...

But that's not the point. I didn't know what to say to this, so I just sat there and thought, "She probably shouldn't have said that." She shouldn't have. My brother told me a friend of his called up on Christmas morning to ask if he could come over and play with the toys my brother had received, as his own Christmas gift selection was a bit disappointing. My brother said no, because he's a man's man. Also, he probably didn't want to share his gifts.

While not wanting to be gauche in this fashion, I want to give credit to Pete for gifting me with a number of awesome DVD sets -- most notably, the Flight of the Conchords!

Posted by ashley at May 22, 2008 02:42 PM

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