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Pretty sure they’re vegetarians. |
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I think you are entitled to eat the ham every third year.
Or you could leave a note on your neighbors.door asking them to come get the ham if they want it. |
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First year - you did good!
Second year - you went above and beyond! Third year - you get the ham. Who doesn't correct the issue after the first year let alone the second year? |
Of all the vices Alec could turn to during this unbelievably stressful time, ham is the least destructive. |
I'm so glad someone bumped this thread so I got to see it. Related to the comment above, my first thought at the title was of a friend of mine who worked an absolutely awful, exploitative job. The one "nice" thing they did for her was when her father died. They sent her a ham. Allow me to rephrase and add context. Upon the passing of her Muslim father, they sent a vegetarian a ham. |
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Did OP update us whether they kept the ham last year? I really need to know!
Also another vote eat ham. Also, I am laughing to tears! |
+1! This was/is such a great thread and I had forgotten about it—thank you to whoever resurrected it! It was such a bright spot during dark days.
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| If I knew my ham was delivered to the wrong house initially, and I enjoyed the ham, I think I'd tell the giver how much I enjoyed the ham but that my correct address is ____. That way, the next year I'd be sure to get the ham. If they didn't inform the sender, they must not care for the ham that much, in which case, they won't care if you eat it. |
+2! Misdelivered ham 4 evah!!! |
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I clicked on this thinking it was about the punk band I was in in high school. Apparently it is about an actual misdelivered ham.
Not sure why you keep giving away a god-given ham. |
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I remember this thread, she decided to delay the ham’s return, but as it got closer to xmas the neighbor showed up T her house and demanded his ham.
She tried to shut the door in his Face, but he was quick and wedged his foot into the door frame. He said ... lady stop being a jerk.... and just give me the ham it’s for me and my fam...your tactics work... deliver my ham or I’m calling the Man... this is not right and I don’t want to fight. Just go get my ham .... now go on, scram, scram.... so she went to the kitchen and pulled out a knife...gave him a choice the ham or his life... She slid slowly towards him with her dagger well hid .... just like a badger ... she was itching to fight so with a low growl she lunged right toward him and gave him a fright... she cut off his finger and slapped hard him twice ...as he flew out the doorway she cackled good night . . .next thing she knew he was out if her sight... so into the kitchen she went with said knife....pulled out the damned ham and cut off a slice. Or maybe she just gave him the ham and my stories a sham... |
Freaking brilliant post. |
| Well . Has it arrived this year? |
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I love that this thread has multiple fan fiction posts!
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