When she moved into her new house, I TatBombed my sister with this little gift: a Little Mermaid hair clip that flashes red. (It's also unphotographable, for some reason.)
After a few weeks, she returned the TatBomb with a birthday present. I think it's supposed to be some sort of sad harlequin clown.
We've all been there. Some well-meaning (or not so well-meaning) friend or relative happily presents you with an item that can only be described as 'tat'. After forcing out a thank you, and pretending to think it's delightful, before it is consigned to the dustbin or passed on to the next unsuspecting recipient, why not share a picture with us? After all, we've probably seen worse...
TatWars began on a family holiday, and beautifully exemplifies why one should never TatBomb someone who thinks like you do.