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So my mom tutored this one kid many, many years ago. Then we moved to another state. Said kid's mom decided to pay us a visit while stopping by our town, and gave us a gift: a gigantic chalice-shaped punch bowl.
It was never used; it sat coated in cling-wrap in the basement in order to prevent spiders from making it into a haven; and I think it was ultimately given away when we moved out of there a few years later.
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I was thinking that if I ever had an Irish or Polish girlfriend, I'd one day give her a bouquet of potatoes. If she takes offense, she is well within her rights and I have made a horrible mistake; if she finds it funny, I've found a keeper.
Note that this is a horrible idea.
*sneezes*