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Q: never slap the gift donkey? wtf.
A: In a moment of confusion, I told my friend to “never slap the gift donkey” when I meant to say “Never look a gift horse in the mouth”. To avoid admitting my mistake, I insisted that it comes from an old Welsh folktale in which a magical donkey comes to town every 5 years bearing gifts for everyone. And when one ungrateful townsperson didn’t like their gift, they slapped the gift-donkey – and he never returned again… So “Never slap the gift donkey”.
Q: just who is this meredith person?
A: here are some incredibly important facts about me: number 1 and number 2
Q: ok, but what is this blog about?
A: check out the tags on the sidebar, questionspants.
Q: I wish to send you a love letter now please.
A: hooray! email me here: gift.donkey@gmail.com
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While surmising the “interwebs” I stumbled upon your page. I will never be the same again. Ever.
Well, dear mikeb, if this is a good thing, then yay! thank you!
however, if “I will never be the same again. ever.” means that you have been unwillingly transformed into a bowl of warm mayonnaise or your nose has been replaced by a regis philbin bobblehead doll, then I can’t apologize enough.
i’m wondering if you are almost as insane as I am – or i’m almost as insane as you are!
check my blog for some inane ramblings too!
halfanacreblog.blogspot.com
That is the best name for a blog I have heard in ages!
why, thank you, nic nichols!
this blog saved christmas!! such practical whimsy. :)
very interesting posts. you would like another site that reminds me of yours very much todayandtomorrow.net
saw you on NY Bloggers Meetup and liked the cupcake/pinyata comment and this blog name. i will read more from your blog when i am not so tired.
but i have to ask, how do i get the candy to rain out if i don’t slap the gift donkey?
in like vein, i remember when i was young, thinking it was a shame that people broke their ceramic pig banks. mine never got fat because it had a rubber stopper to open on the bacon area.
i did however knock over a three foot tall empty whisky bottle almost full of pennies at my aunt’s house. the story behind it gets interesting but i don’t have time now.