1. iPod Nano, 2. New Socks, 3. Edgemont on DVD

It's that time of year again, so get out your pens and your pencils.  And also some notebook paper, college ruled if you're ambitious.  Or maybe boot up your favorite word processing program for you technophiles out there (people who like to do sex with underage computer childs).  Whip up those Christmas lists now, because Black History Friday has passed and the holiday shopping crunch is in full swing.  Reminds me of a joke I heard the other day; something to do with a child writing Santa wishing for a little brother for Christmas, and Santa replying to the child "send me your mother."  The thing is, that joke doesn't even make sense.  I mean, I understand the general premise of it.  Santa wants to impregnate the little boy's mother thus fulfilling his Christmas wish, but the average parturiency period is 38 weeks, far too long for the gift to arrive in time for Christmas.  Even if the child was studious and submitted his Christmas requests half a year in advance, the baby would be stillborn if it arrived in time for Christmas, which at best would serve as a really lifelike doll for the child.  And come on, in this era of Xbox 360s and those shoes with the wheel in the heel, what child would honestly wish for a younger sibling for Christmas?  Another child would probably put the family into financial burden as well as direct the love and attention of the parents elsewhere.  That joke doesn't make any sense at all, and that's not even taking into account the fact that Santa doesn't exist!

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