When I was in sixth grade, I became friends with a very socially challenged girl. For Christmas that year, she gave me something wrapped in wet newspaper that smelled, I kid you not, like horse manure. I wanted to wait to get home so I could dispose of it without hurting her feelings, but she insisted I open it in class. Inside was a mason jar filled with murky brown water, glitter, and one very dirty and decaying pinecone. Apparently, all of the dirt on the pinecone had leeched into the water as the jar sloshed in her backpack all day. The newspaper she had wrapped it in came, I can only assume, from the floor of her horse barn. I could hardly wait to get home so I could get rid of it. Needless to say, we didn’t hang out much after that…
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“Snow” Globe from Hell
When I was in sixth grade, I became friends with a very socially challenged girl. For Christmas that year, she gave me something wrapped in wet newspaper that smelled, I kid you not, like horse manure. I wanted to wait to get home so I could dispose of it without hurting her feelings, but she insisted I open it in class. Inside was a mason jar filled with murky brown water, glitter, and one very dirty and decaying pinecone. Apparently, all of the dirt on the pinecone had leeched into the water as the jar sloshed in her backpack all day. The newspaper she had wrapped it in came, I can only assume, from the floor of her horse barn. I could hardly wait to get home so I could get rid of it. Needless to say, we didn’t hang out much after that…
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