Pink dingle balls...

My young teenage daughter used to buy me stuff for my Barracuda every year on my birthday. One year it was a pair of dice for my door locks. I dutifully installed the gifts and they are all still in the car to this day.
If she wouldda give me dingle balls, I wouldda had to install them, and a week later say the were stolen (I never lock the doors), when in reality, I wouldda ripped them out and set them on fire.
Since I love my kids, and hate lying, I told her straight up; No dingleballs next year OK? Next year I think I got seat-covers.