To get the ball rolling I will tell the tale of one of my cousin's birthday presents to me for my 21st birthday. Just a bit of background: I came from a large family on my Mother's side and as a result grew up with 14 cousins my age as well as some both older and younger. In the early days the whole family would gather for Christmas with often 30+ people sleeping on the floor wherever you could find a space. As you can imagine a fair amount of 'prankstership' was practiced and as we grew older it didn't go away. It became the norm to send each other weird, crazy, useless or just downright daft birthday presents each year so we could compare and contrast at Christmas. It became an unwritten custom that you dropped out of this process once you left school so I dropped out at 16 having elected an apprenticeship rather than university at that stage. The practice carried on but dwindled over the next few years as the generation left school. The sole remaining member of school age decided to have his final fling and set about a grand finale. So when the doorbell rang on my 21st birthday I went down to greet the postman, opened the door and jumped back in terror. No sign of anyone moving but standing in front of me with a horrendous scowl on his face was
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