The best comparison I can draw is when a cat brings their owner a dead mouse. It's given with all the best, heartfelt intent, but it isn't welcome at all.
Or I could compare it to the colleague I once had who would give me a jar of homemade, experimental jam for Christmas each year. It always tasted dreadful, but he was convinced the flavor combination was revolutionary.
That's the spirit. But please don't use the F word next time you cuss out the fog, or she'll give us even more unwanted gifts.
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Or I could compare it to the colleague I once had who would give me a jar of homemade, experimental jam for Christmas each year. It always tasted dreadful, but he was convinced the flavor combination was revolutionary.
That's the spirit. But please don't use the F word next time you cuss out the fog, or she'll give us even more unwanted gifts.