Chirky

I keep getting these catalogues in the mail from companies that are somehow convinced that I buy gift baskets for my coworkers. Or my friends. Or my family.

Hello, coworker! Here is a basket with green sausages, plastic rabbit feet and cheap wine. Happy Birthday! Merry Christmas!

I typically won't actually visit my sponsor's sites, except to make sure they don't lead to porn, but I am a sucker for anything being sold (as evidenced by the bun and thigh roller). Perhaps that is the reason I get so many catalogues that sell metal flashing magnets and graduation cap serving dishes.

HOWEVER, I actually visited AND clicked around on the gift basket link. And, so interesting: among the other gift baskets, look what I found (!):

The next time I receive a basket of sausages and plastic beads, I'm totally sending the gift-giver an anonymous note with this website.