not so much cheap
as bizarre.

Once when I was little my grandma bought me a dressing gown for Christmas. Imagine my joy as I opened that.

A proper present wouldn't have been any more expensive. She didn't buy my clothes normally so she wasn't saving that way. She wasn't senile. I'm assuming it wasn't a veiled insult, since I was four or so.

Were boys given a coming-of-age dressing gown in the 1940s? Did they want nothing more than a dressing gown just like the one Basil Rathbone wore? If I proved I could take care of it would I get a Playboy Bunny for my birthday?

It was as mysterious as it was shit.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Wed 29 Oct 2008, 16:40, 3 replies)

Baby Hef!
*click* for mental image of a five-year old Hef asking "Where's my fluffer bunnies?"
(cheez is feeling ergophobic, Wed 29 Oct 2008, 18:11, closed)

My aunt and uncle #
used to ALWAYS buy me underwear for birthdays and Christmas.
And not spiderman, superman, or anything fancy...
STRING VESTS, and underpants made of the same stuff but with a gusset so bits weren't always falling through.

# not my real aunt and uncle, just friends of my dads mum. Although we did end up with looking after him after his wife died, for some unknown reason.
(paof2 Nude might not be rude, but rude could be nude..., Thu 30 Oct 2008, 10:27, closed)

my Great Aunt
Once bought me a set of playboy thongs for christmas. That's a pretty tricky thank you letter to write.
(minsh, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 12:31, closed)