My brother is glued to his PSP ever since he clutched it. His Playstation and Xbox units, as far as we're concerned, have transformed to junk displays. My dad even tries to connect almost all his mischievous acts, poor academic performance and hideous conduct to PSP. He always scolds him about it only to find himself bringing another one home.
It wasn't by choice. His credit card earned it for him. Now my dad asks us: "
Where's my PSP?" as if it's really his. But he mentioned that it could be carried around for movie watching. Great, he'd want us to download those Chuck Norris movies again. I thought we already escaped that torture when he bought an IPOD Video.
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