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You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your relatives
Posted by: Coconuts | November 30, 2009 at 10:26 AM
I can't wait to see what she gets for Christmas.
Posted by: ubetcha | November 30, 2009 at 10:33 AM
What she really wanted was an M1 carbine...
Posted by: Wes S. | November 30, 2009 at 10:39 AM
The grenade was named “Dennis”? Is there a missing apostrophe? (“Dennis’ grenade”) Can this be called a “Menace”?
Also, check the sidebar--some of the houses in Cape Cod aren't Cape Cods!
Posted by: Allen at Division | November 30, 2009 at 10:40 AM
Blast us, O Lord, ......
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | November 30, 2009 at 10:59 AM
*Snork* at Meanie!
Posted by: ubetcha | November 30, 2009 at 11:02 AM
That family is such a blast!
Posted by: Siouxie | November 30, 2009 at 11:04 AM
DAVE, was't that going to be one of your selections this year in your Christmas present column?
Posted by: Mikey | November 30, 2009 at 11:05 AM
Who's Dennis Grenade and why is the bomb squad after him?
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | November 30, 2009 at 11:15 AM
Key quote (just a fragment of the story): "Police asked people to call in an explosive device instead of actually bringing it to the station."
Posted by: bonmot | November 30, 2009 at 12:11 PM
I suggested that a really good holiday PSA would be to include the same information as bonmot quoted, but did I get posted? No.
Posted by: Not My Usual Alias | November 30, 2009 at 12:45 PM
"Oh, Lord, bless this, thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thy enemies to tiny bits..."
Posted by: Fax Paladin | November 30, 2009 at 01:15 PM
All that fuss over a tiny little hand grenade makes me wonder how the heck I'm ever going to get rid this Galactric Inter-dimensional Neutron Temporal Deploder my brother-in-law gave me.
Posted by: Clankazoid | November 30, 2009 at 02:53 PM
She said, "Just bring fruit", so he brought a pineapple.
Yeah, keep your grenades at home in your apartment. Don't bring them to our nice police station.
Posted by: Loudmouth | November 30, 2009 at 04:42 PM
Dare I live the American dream and give a grenade to my mother-in-law? Nah, she'd just re-gift it.
Posted by: Steve | November 30, 2009 at 07:33 PM