I just remembered a bad gift that my whole family recieved, courtesy of my eastern european violent alcoholic skidmark of a stepfather. He brought home a plastic donkey that when you pulled its ears forward, a cigarette would shoot out of its arse!
I kid you not.
He was a heavy smoker at the time and thought it was the height of sophisticated hilarity. He took great delight in offering any visitors who smoked a ciggie from the damned thing. As us kids all hated him with a passion, we would take great delight in offering him an arse cigarette. He thought we were getting into the spirit of his humour. Little did he know we just laughed at him each time he put one in his mouth.
If I'd access to it at the time, I would have put in pellets of spent plutonium for him to smoke