Mom: Gabe can you get me the-
Gabe: *zooms by on scooter* You'll never catch me alive! Haha! *zwoosh*
We have a prosthetic thumb. No one knows why, dad just came home one day, and gave it to Gabe. You haven't lived (or died of a heart attack) until you've been surprise wet-willied by a prosthetic thumb. Trust me.
I've gone to the mall and grocery store (twice, and about to go again) on Christmas Eve, and lived. I am magical.
The Dismemberment Plan is one of the only bands our entire family (sans dad) can agree on. I think Green Day shares the honor, not sure if any other bands/artists do.
I spy presents with skull and crossbones wrapping paper. Last year, we had RUM. Even at Christmas, we're scurvy dogs.