Well, a gift I gave another- GF's sister (there are four girls total, only one is defective) I nicknamed Grumpy Cat- thinks she's hot stuff
injected boobs etc, but as soon as she opens her mouth, NO WAY. So for Christmas I got her the Grumpy Cat book. Their mom (90) saw it an laughed her butt off, says hey that's you!!! and stole the book and took it home. So Grumpy bitched and snarked for a few days, so she got a visit from my stuffed skunk, got a pretty good holler and dammit out of that. Then I hung a rubber tarantula in her shower curtain so it would pop out on entry- REALLY got some hollerin' on that one- and bitchandbitchandbitch about everything. GF helped out by moving all the laser-aligned stuff in the pantry, and the OCD alarm went off LOUDLY. Coupe de grace, she got a visit from the Toilet Monster (search)- you've heard of a blood-curdling scream, well, I've heard it now- even ran out of breath and gurgled at the end. Now she doesn't speak to me, which is my Christmas present to myself lol...