I ordered up my small replicator and had it delivered. When it showed up, Margaret asked, "Hank, what is this thing in the large carton that is being ...elivered to you?"My answer was, "Heck, Margaret, it is a replicator. I am going to use it to make guns." I produced a big grin, as if my statement were a joke, and she accepted it as such. She dropped the subject and so did I. I wrote a series of basic programs working up toward the more complex ones as I learned to be a programmer. Yes, I had. Christmas town is like a ghost town after the big day. Santa gives all his elves three months off and he and Mrs. Claus go on vacation. He usually takes her to an all-inclusive club in the islands. Mrs. Claus and the elves got Santa’s vehicle packed up and ready to go. They said their goodbyes and Santa left for his busy night. After about thirty minutes, Mrs. Claus got ready for her annual gang-bang party with the elves of Christmas town. Mrs. Claus was a very nasty lady. She acted wild and. Anxious to learn, and willing to do whatever it takes, we now explain how they need to get their bladders very full. With surprised looks upon their faces, they said ok and started to drink lots of water. Within thirty minutes, they were both beginning to rock and bounce.It's about time, but I am enjoying their desparateness, so I purposely hold off a bit longer. Just as The nervous, urgent expression fills their faces, I reach for their hands, murmur the words "it's time". grasping both their. Linda turned around and looked at me. She wasn't looking at my shorts this time. "That's the story I asked you about." she said."Yeah?" I responded."You thought it was TRASH?!" she asked, her voice rising."Well, you know ... I mean all I did was point out some inconsistencies ... um ... I just said it wasn't very believable." I READ what you said Dirk." she said heatedly. "And I LIKED that story. I liked it a LOT!" she said. She was getting louder and louder. "In fact, Dirk, THAT'S why I came.