My, my, my.... Today is black friday, the one day when all the idiots line up outside the stores 2 hours before it opens and trample each other to death to get toys for their children. The toy could have been in the store for 6 months before black friday, but for some reason there has to be a bum rush for it on that certain day.

The toy companies and news stations talk up certain toys, and most of them are retarded anyways, then those are the hot items for that year. Parents become mesmorized by the lure of these toys, and can't seem to fight it off. Then once black friday comes, they must get up 4 hours before the store opens to go wait in line for it. They must all dash like mad to be the first one to grab up as many as they can. Whether they trample people or not, they must get their toys.

They think, "my poor child will be so upset if they don't get these certain toys." When christmas day arrivies, the child opens up their gifts and finds these toys. With a glow in their eyes, their smile lights up and they are so excited. They open all of their gifts, and play with the special toys for about 20 minutes, then play with the ordinary run of the mill wooden building blocks for hours on end.

Eventually, the special toys end up lying around gathering dust, and the wooden blocks become an everyday play thing. The blocks become very battered from endless hours of play, and then the parent faces the reality of their insanity, SIMPLE IS ALWAYS BETTER.