For many, Black Friday is a day to be dreaded. A day when average fun of the mill Americans turn into demonic consumerists. After all, wasn't it just last year that some poor soul was trampled outside a Walmart on their righteous quest for cheap electronics? A martyr, I say.
I, myself, am a diehard Black Friday shopper. I have my flak jacket ready, my butterfly knife ready to whip out and my credit card warming by the stove. We'll be heading out at 2:00 A.M (no shit), not-so-fresh from our t...
Published on November 25, 2009 12:16