It's late afternoon when my brother Billie walks into my room carrying something behind his back.  He has a smirk on his face and says, "Guess what I have for you?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I ask excitedly "What?"

Pulling it from behind his back, he shows me the doll cradled in his arms.  Now this isn't just any doll, it's a Charlie McCarthy ventriloquist doll.  If you don't know what that is, you need to get your head out of your butt and look it up.

He hands it to me ...