Oh Black Friday how I loathe you. You taunt me with your sweet deals. Flashing me with super low prices on large LCD HDTVs, so that I can see the high-def craters on Morpheus’ face in The Matrix, a 10mp slim camera that fits in your pocket, for those whip-it-out moments when your friend’s face is being defiled by penis drawings because he was the first to crash on the bed, a GPS system for those times when you missed a damn turn and end up in the ghetto part of town, and let’s not forget the cheap deals for new …