For the last 20 days, we’ve been offering you ideas on what to give your mom, dad, hatchlings and better halves. If you’ve been procrastinating, here’s your one-stop-shop for ideas on something great to get them all…OTR’s Last Minute Gift Guide Round Up. There’s some good shit in here, people. Go spend some money and have a great weekend!
Get Dad what he really wants this year for the holidays: a really stiff drink.
If you’re a dude who hates shopping for presents, good news: it’s hard not to love looking for wacky stuff at WRK.
You no longer need to stress about what to get your friend with the tinfoil hat and shortwave radio for Christmas.
Pickle people in the house say hey, ho, hey, ho…hey hey..ho ho..pickle people pickle people…lets go!
The sweetest of all fuck-offs. Courtesy of the supreme being himself, natch.
We love old-timey C.O. Bigelow on 6th Ave. Why go to CVS when you can go to the oldest apothecary in the country?
We ask you, what idiot wouldn’t love plastic puke and a good old fashioned whoopie cushion in their stocking?
Eyeballs, and femurs and bell jars…oh my!
Balls-to-the-wall can’t-get-over-it holy-shit sugar buzzzzzzzzz.
Finally! The ability to grow your own tomatoes on the 5th floor of 48th and 9th. Thanks, Santa!
Give the gift of woolly feet this year.
Is nookie at the top of your holiday wish list? Forget Victoria’s Secret. Arm yourself with an elixir from Le Labo.
Anyone who loves art deco period art and architecture should check out our new fave, Municipal Prints.
Jellycat stuffed animals. ‘Nuff said.
Girls, need a present for the guy in your life? How about this stuff from Jack Spade. If he doesn’t like it, we’ll take it.
St. Tropez on Mott. And Bleecker. And Columbus. And another one on Elizabeth.
Shopping for your favorite twerps can be hard, but Giggle makes it easier.
Leave the squint for Clint! Ultimate stockingstuffers are bad-ass shades from Lower East Side legend, Moscot.
Cold heads suck!
He needs and wants a brand new vintage-inspired perfectly-cut custom suit. Made in New York Fuckin’ City.
There you are! You’re hand-crafted personally-put-together gift guide for 2012. You’re on your own for the rest of the weekend. Go shop, spend your money wisely, keep it real and, wherever possible, shop Mom and Pop.