a digital video camera
a desktop computer
another gig of RAM for my laptop
the DVD box sets for the seasons of Angel I don’t have yet (1, 2, & 4… or something, I’ll have to check)
In all hoensty I expect I’ll get none of these things, and so I ressolve myself to act surprised and pleased when I open up a few boxers with sweaters in them.
Christmas presents just get less and less fun as I get older… I miss asking for tons of frivolous pieces of plastic that’ll break in a few weeks of being ripped from their boxes and expecting to get all of them.
I got archery crap for Christmas, I think it’s fair that Phrost gets a gun.
Phrost, you should explain to your wife the necessity of a 1911 as a sidearm in this day and age, when a man’s lawn is beseiged by marauding bands of rodents.
I need the ladder because I’m doing some research on building a home trebuchet. I’m going to write a book entitled, ‘The Idiot’s Guide to Building a Flimsy Trebuchet’.
The sunglasses are so I look cool when I launch myself into the nether on my prototype.
That particular line of reasoning is most likely doomed to failure.
To most of us, it might seem perfectly reasonable that after one incident with a subterranean saboteur, a constant armed vigil against further incursions is absolutely necessary. It would also follow that carrying a sidearm is FAR easier than shouldering a longarm all day.
HOWEVER, a woman may see things differently. Although she may have so many shoes that when you ask “Don’t you already have a pair of black heels like that?” she replies with “Those are onyx, these are jet, Silly”, she may still be incapable of seeing why a man would need ANOTHER gun.
