Oh man, the singing fish is the real hero of this story. My rule is pretty simple: if I can't remember who gave it to me a year later, it's gone. I keep a small box for the stuff that actually means something, and everything else gets the picture-and-donate treatment. The spoon rack thing is great, honestly returning it right at her party saves everyone the slow death of it sitting in a drawer for five years. Aunt Brenda mugs are a losing battle though, you just have to accept those.

Ever been to a gun show where some old dude just casually drops a bomb like that? My buddy ran into a similar guy at a show in Phoenix a couple years back, had a whole table of printed Glock mags sitting right there in the open. He said the springs were the only part he bought, everything else came off the printer in his garage. Dude claimed he'd buried a few in his backyard for a year just to see if they'd hold up, dug em out, loaded em, and they ran fine. My buddy bought two just to try and says they still work, though he won't post about it anywhere because every time he does the thread vanishes. Wild part is nobody at that show even blinked, like it was just normal table stuff.