hernamewasmcgill
HernamewasMcGill
hernamewasmcgill

Mr State and I were unable to find it. The press release Netflix sent out said that it was in the trailers section - but I was unable to find a trailers section on Apple TV. Tried the kids section, tried the King Julius section, etc etc. Even tried Youtube, but only found a 42 second teaser.
Epic, epic fail. If

Ariana Grande is repulsed by Santa Claus.

Just tell your children there is no Santa and that they've ruined Christmas. How hard is that?

Yeah, I thought the whole thing about Santa was the HE was the one doing the "seeing you when your sleeping, knows when you're awake, knows when you've been bad or good" rigamarole. Since when did he outsource it to a REALLY creepy looking doll?

My friend wanted to get me one and it was like, 30 bucks. I was, like, "word? seriously?"

This is not the kind of fisting BYU's honor code is trying to stop.

Long time ago my girlfriend was working the bar at this pizza place. I'd come there after work (11:30 PM) and hang out until they closed (2:00 AM). So one night this bunch of obnoxious drunk loud guys were in there, drinking and playing pool and yelling. Around 1:30 AM, right before they shut off the pizza oven,

one thing i love about bco is after it gets posted, people flood it with more awesome stories. it's the gift that keeps on giving.

This one isn't me, but my sister. It's a story that takes place over two years, so bear with me.

I'm in the gray so no one will probably see this, but reading everyone else's responses got me thinking about the worst gift I was ever given. At first, I couldn't remember a bad one, but then like a strange dream it came back to me!

My best Christmas gift is getting to tell this story -

Oh man, Christmas my fifth grade year was the worst. Single mom strapped for cash and I driving to the grocery store about a week before Christmas and I'm just chattering away about how excited I am about Christmas, being off school etc. She just started bawling, pulled over and said,"Can we just not do Christmas this

Now-husband's family is very LDS (Mormon). He identifies as atheist; I am happily agnostic, but his family still hopes he'll return to the fold. So one year, we receive a book from his sister. This modern-day masterpiece is titled "The Crippled Lamb", and is a children's book about (you guessed it) a crippled lamb.

Worst: My parents have been divorced since before I was born, but randomly in my childhood my dad would want visitation (he lived, at times, between 1-8 hours away). One year the day after Christmas he brought me with him and his wife and my half-siblings to his sister's house. Everyone was given incredibly

The Best Gift I Ever Got:

Not really a gift I received (though I do have stories), but one Christmas after the family was done opening gifts in our usual rotation, there were still a bunch of presents under the tree that my narcissistic mother bought for herself, and wrapped. She then spent the next half hour opening presents from herself,

Okay, I'll contribute even though I was a not technically the gift-getter. *Caution, this is not a hilarious story, it is a mortifying story.

Best-worst present: partner's family are miserable, horrible, pissed off people who delight in bringing misery to each other. Matriarch (99 years evil and still kicking, literally) is the mistress of horrible gifts. Two years ago, assuming I'm a shallow talentless hack who doesn't know the first thing about the

I created a burner account because this story is so mortifying. I was in an emotionally abusive relationship, then marriage for over 20 years. No matter how I toiled and sacrificed, nothing was ever good enough, including gifts. Circumstances conspired so that I ended up jobless before a Christmas some years ago,

BEST: Growing up, my mother did all the gift purchasing and subsequent wrapping. Totally fair given that my dad was working 70 hour weeks at that point. One year, when I was about 10 years old, there was a little present under the tree wrapped in the remnants of a grocery bag. "To: Annie; Love, Dad." He had gotten me