 So I'm sitting in Economics class, minding my own business, just doing my thing, when the stoner dude that sits to my left (who we'll call Jeff in this story) leans over and yells in his high-pitched voice, "AY MAN YOU WANNA BUY A XBOX 360 FO ONLY 200 DOLLAS!?!"
I sit up in my seat and look at Jeff, not sure of what he'd just said, as he has a tendency to slur his words like a drunk Irishman when he's excited.
"Dude, what?" I ask, more than slightly confused.
"AW SHOOT YEAH DUDE MAN BRO I'LL GIVE YOU MY 360 FO ONLY LIKE 220 DOLLAS AW YEAH AND CALL O DUTY FO WITH ONE OF THOSE WIRELESS INTERNET CONNECTOR THINGYMABOBS I DONNO WHATCHU CALLEM!" Jeff hollers enthusiastically. He leans over his seat with a big, ridiculous grin on his face, and he seems to vibrate as he proclaims this nonsense, due to his complete refusal to take some Ritalin.
"Uh... okay..." I say slowly.
So I did it. I bought an Xbox 360 from a totally baked guy in the middle of Economics class. I hadn't even thought about getting one previous to this day. I definitely wanted one, but I wasn't exactly saving up for it or anything. However, the price tag that Jeff had slapped on his wares were WAY too tempting to pass up, and the extra things the future meth-head had thrown in sealed the deal for me. It would've been a pain in the butt to wire an internet cable all the way up to my entertainment center, which is on the second story of my home, so I was ecstatic about the wireless device Jeff was giving me with the system, as well.
Apparently, Jeff had given the 360 to his friend (who we'll call Bubba), who had placed the unit in his family-owned resale store. I had to call Bubba and get directions to the shop, where we agreed to meet at 6 PM that night to make the pick-up. Bubba seemed like a nice enough guy, and I was definitely pumped up about the whole deal.
6:00 came, and after swinging by a friend's house to borrow some 360 games, I headed for Bubba's shop. Upon arrival, I was confronted with what seemed to be Bubba's entire family. A motley crew, you might say. As Bubba rummaged around looking for the console, his mother accused me of nearly hitting her car. I didn't recall nearly hitting anyone, but I apologized anyway, in the interest of not getting backhanded in the kidney. Bubba found what he was looking for and plopped the 360 on the counter.
My heart fell. I felt like a father who has realized that his baby is the ugliest baby in the entire world.
It was a Halo 3 Special Edition 360.
I felt cheated, betrayed. If the system HAD been a baby, I would've punched it. I almost drop-kicked Bubba, but I managed to restrain myself.
I paid for the system and packed the hideous beast into my car, which immediately became wrought with the fumes of an ugly Microsoft product. I drove home and lugged the console upstairs, where I hooked everything up and began playing (ironically) Halo 3.
...
Okay... so maybe I can forgive this thing's disgusting appearance. I'm having a blast playing Halo, and the graphics are still blowing my mind since I've been using the Wii for the past two years. This 360 is like a man with a ponytail. I'll hang out with him, but I'll just pretend not to know him in public. I'll never forgive Jeff for what he did to me, though.
 | 
