I wanted to take up music, so my father bought me a blunt instrument. He told me to knock myself out.
My girlfriend bought me a down jacket, she said it fit my personality.
A guy gave me a job at an information booth - no questions asked.
I was going to buy a book on hair loss, but the pages kept falling out.
After all these years I had the privilege of naming my private part, cause we have nicknames. So I named my private part pride... it's not much but at least I have my pride.
A window of opportunity for me usually involves a rock.