The Humour Club discussion

As per Martin's suggestion . . .

As a child, every birthday and Christmas I asked for a pet lamb.



I mean, HOLY CRAP! Am I right? Who wouldn't want one of those?

Anyway, you probably guessed that every birthday and every Christmas . . . I was disappointed.

One year, to put a stop to my whining, my dad asked if I really wouldn't rather have a hamster instead. I ceased my snuffling and said words to the effect of "Why, father, what is this magical beast of which you speak?" And for some reason, instead of telling me the truth, he described a green, slimy creature with pointy teeth. This appealed to my inner Wednesday Addams, of course, so yes, YES! I said. I did indeed want a hamster instead of a lamb.

So, you can imagine my disappointment when I received this:



Instead of this:



I mean, HOLY CRAP! Am I right? Who wouldn't want one of those?

Anyway, I guess the hamster was probably not the WORST thing I ever received, but it was a BIG disappointment.

Melki wrote: " Anyway, I guess the hamster was probably not the WORST thing I ever received, but it was a BIG disappointment."

Are you sure you cooked it the right way? It should have been hot, brown and with sage and onion stuffing. Not baked in a ball of clay; that's for hedgehogs.

You should have tried feeding it after midnight.

How could any of us top Melki's experience?

Rebecca wrote: "How could any of us top Melki's experience?"

Agreed, an unbeatable story. However, this is my worst gift experience:

I was once awarded a prize at school for doing something or other. The prize was a nicely bound volume of one of Charles Dickens' famous novels. It had the school crest embossed on the cover, in gold, but I can't remember the title.

I cannot bear any of Dickens' novels. Neither the adventurous ones (something called A Sale of Two Titties?) nor the supposedly humorous ones (I think one was called The Picknick Papers, which was one of the set books for my school exams). I got as far as page two of my school prize before giving up.

What I had really wanted was a good textbook on organic chemistry.

Martin wrote: "...The prize was a nicely bound volume of one of Charles Dickens' famous novels. It had the school crest embossed on the cover, in gold...

What was second prize? A set of thumb screws?

Martin wrote: "Rebecca wrote: "How could any of us top Melki's experience?"

Agreed, an unbeatable story. However, this is my worst gift experience:

I was once awarded a prize at school for doing something or ot..."

What the Dickens were they thinking?