A pickled cucumber
Non fungible tokens
Weed. Buncha squares, those Wise Guys.
Weed
One of those string pull animal sound thingies where the cow goes “moo” and the lamb goes “baa” and Judas goes “he’s over there man”.
Private Investigator results. Divine conception sounds sus.
Baby Oil
I brought a nicely written certificate saying their Christmas present was that a donation had been made in their name. None of them could read. It didn’t go over well.
Fentanyl.
Oh, thank god it wasn’t Tylenol.
Glock w a switch
Crucify THIS motherfucker!
Brrrrraaappp…
It’s actually my headcannon that the 3 wise men were 3 teenagers who accidentally time traveled. They blundered into the scene and felt bad and handed over 2 different scents of axe body spray and a handful of chuck E cheese tokens.
Given thier odd dress and incomprehensible language, they were assumed to be foreign and extremely wealthy. Not having any comprehension of the gifts they concluded they must be gold and exotic perfumes.
That could have been right out of a Bill and Ted movie.
Party on, dudes! And be excellent to each other.
Would have been way better than the latest bill and Ted movie
That is a beautiful thought.
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Diapers. I brought something that new parents actually need, but the story tellers thought it was boring.
A key chain with his name, “Brian.”
Blessed are the cheese makers.
A pack of disposable diapers. They understandably looked at me weird because they hadn’t been invented yet.
Well that does explain why in the Book of Mormon, Jesus dies at 63 of microplastic related lung cancer. 63. Too young.
