There's usually the thread about the awful gift from MIL:
MIL bought me a 3-pack of size 22 granny knickers from Aldi. I'm a size 6 and usually have to keep my own tiny thongs attached with the help of duct tape. Even worse, these parachute-sized monstrosities are a lurid shade of green with orange roses on them. I suspect they've been re-gifted as one pair has a suspicious stain on the gusset. AIBU to sit in my room and weep until MIL has gone?
Enviromentalist brigade: You ungrateful wretch! Don't you know that starving children slaved away over those garments? And now they're destined to become landfill! Weave a belt from naturally sourced fibres and keep them on with that.
Sympathetic MNers: Jump out of the spare room's window and use your new knickers to para-glide to freedom. Leave DH to deal with MIL!
The permanently offended: How DARE you use the word "gusset" without posting a trigger warning??! Don't you know how much I despise that word??
[thread derails into a discussion about whether "gusset" or "moist" is the worst word an OP could use, and that at least this OP didn't use both of those words together.]
Drowning in the sherry brigade: You cow! Don't you know how lucky you are to even have a MIL? Mine is dead, you evil ingrate!
The new environmentalists: Harrumph! Well at least she didn't buy you any plastic tat.
Everyone else: You poor bugger. Open a bottle of something nice, get yourself on to e-bay, and order something truly hideous for her for next year.
[thread ends with several links to amusing taxidermy fails and anything covered in glitter that looks as though it may have been made by a 4yr-old mid-fever]