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Glock w a switch

A pack of disposable diapers. They understandably looked at me weird because they hadn't been invented yet.

Fentanyl.

One of those string pull animal sound thingies where the cow goes "moo" and the lamb goes "baa" and Judas goes "he's over there man".

I didn't shit the whole journey, then I crapped it all out into Christ's crib. You won't hear about it in the Bible, but the Bible carries on the spirit of the gift: it's a bunch of shit.

Diapers. I brought something that new parents actually need, but the story tellers thought it was boring.

it's not what i brought, it's how badly i destroyed their toilet on his first birthday party.

Poison

The Bubba photos.

One of those I support single moms stripper t-shirts. For carpenter joe of course.

A paternity test

Pumpkin pie

Booze.

A cross, I just like the design. I was told I was a little early by the fifth wise men but he just sorta crumbled into dust after saying that? Go figure.

A gift card.

A salami log.

A quarter ounce of blow and four of the dirtiest Roman hookers I could find.

I was not only given a vision of where Jesus was born, but the extensive navigational and shipbuilding experience necessary to travel to South America to obtain coca 1000 years before the Vikings did. I was also granted a vision by god of the horticultural knowledge necessary to grow coca somewhere Jesus adjacent, and the advanced knowledge of chemistry necessary to extract it in its pure form.

I show up and basically stay up for three days talking about bread and drinking wine, occasionally excusing myself to bang my hookers, drunk off my ass on wine the entire time.

I'm eventually ejected from the manger, which really pisses me off. I hold a grudge.

The energy I have been given by excessive cocaine use allows me to rise through the ranks of Roman society, all the while holding a deep grudge, as the other wise men get all the credit for bringing their shitty gifts. One by one I start eliminating the people that were at the manger, aa my oversized cocaine-enhanced ego can't take the slight. Until one day I hear about some jerkoff running around calling himself king of the Jews, and my final revenge arrives at last.

My name? Pontuis Pilate.

It's actually my headcannon that the 3 wise men were 3 teenagers who accidentally time traveled. They blundered into the scene and felt bad and handed over 2 different scents of axe body spray and a handful of chuck E cheese tokens.

Given thier odd dress and incomprehensible language, they were assumed to be foreign and extremely wealthy. Not having any comprehension of the gifts they concluded they must be gold and exotic perfumes.

I bring him a claw bar (a train railroad spike remover).

Weed, maybe a kalashnikov

A Glock and some ammo, got thrown out when I tried to demonstrate it, apparently I distrubed the peace...

Labuubuu. What the crap is a baby gonna do with some frankincense anyway?

The complete Sex in the City DVD collection.

ancestry.com dna kit

A key chain with his name, "Brian."

A DNA/patternity test…

Uranium-235.

A fake 10 Denari coin with an invitation to a prayer group on the back

Jacks, and a Lite Brite.

Some weed .