My mom has a box of emergency gifts in case she forgets gifts.
This should be an option at ALL schools–and for the credits required for community service(which–BTW is a crock of shit in a public school–basically slave labor)
I charge for mine.
They’re only free cuz I couldn’t find a sucker, er, I mean, a fine upstanding citizen to buy them. And after giving away some sniffs, hardly anyone was standing, up or otherwise.
I’m sure we could work out some arrangement but shipping would be on your end.
Not a problem. When I lived in the Lynn Valley in North Vancouver, there was a group of cheerful, fun loving youts. They called themselves the Lynn Valley Smiling Crab Society. One of the guy’s father was a crab fisherman and every few weeks he’d steal a couple of crabs, let 'em ripen in the sun for a day, then mail it to the local cop shop. Not the RCMP, just the locals.
Not that I ever participated in any such activity, but I remember hearing about how those nasty LVSCS guys wrapped their stinky product. No problemo. Hehe.
These are, of course, just stories I heard. I personally would never participate in tomfoolery like that.
Ratatouille? LMAO!!! 
