Oh, I have given anonymous gag gifts. For example, the hideous large (1' + tall) ceramic monkey with a mortar-board that I was given by my father-in-law when I graduated college. But nothing recent.

Does this mean it wasn't you...but you know who it was? Combined with this post...
...it looks like I was pointing a finger the wrong way.

*shines maglite in DP's face* 'Fess up! :p

It honestly isn't mine, but I know whose it is. However, I was one of the accessories in transporting said gift. :p

McRibs are back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Oooooh yum! I love McRibs. They are one of the most disgusting, yet tasty junk food items around. I'll have to partake in one or two while they're around again. :)

McD's at Garden Grove and Euclid. Just sayin'.

I had my yearly McRib last week. I can really only have one about one a year.

McRib love (I'd tried them once before giving up pork, beef, and mystery meat) is almost as perplexing to me as religion. And the rapture it induces in people is also similar.

The McRib would be on my "Once in a lifetime" list. And I've already had the once.

Like the Cadbury Creme Egg, the McRib is a "food" item that has the ability to create some kind of amnesia in me. Every year, I get excited that "they're back", and after my first bite, I realize I never need to eat one again.

I fell for the McRib again last week.