'Tis the season for another off-topic holiday post!
I'll go first:
As I prepared to depart for college, my family decided to replace my presence in the house with a corgi puppy. My sister was ecstatic, but my dad was firm in his conditions: we would get a boy, and he would be named Spike (with an appropriate spiked collar to boot).
Fast forward to Christmas Eve, I'm back in town and we're headed over to my aunt's house. She had reluctantly agreed to let Spike accompany the rest of the party.
We walked in to an impressive spread of food, and in the corner, a beautiful Christmas tree surrounded by presents.
As soon as we'd removed our jackets and shoes, we looked up to see Spike trotting over to the tree, where he proceeded to take a massive piss all over the lower branches, and the gifts underneath.
Needless to say - Spike spent the remainder of the evening outside, and was never invited back.
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