My sister, the merry prankster, goes to the music store every year, and asks them for the worst CD they have. The folk in the store go to considerable trouble and effort to pick out something truly appalling just for me. Last year's was Ema Sumac. This year is something from the seventies, that I think may be poetry. I haven't gone so far as to play it.
A couple of years ago a friend did me serious dirt. Now I have something I can do with the godawful CDs my sister gives me. I regift them to my friend for her birthday in March. Tee Hee.