lego my ego santa or else!

SO I was writing late one night on christmas eve, because I'm culturally mature like that.......ya!

and well I fell asleep at my writing desk because I totally have one of those, but I managed to wake myself up and go into the kitchen to make the last pair of ego waffles, it was sitting in the toaster when I began to drift off yet again puddle of drool already forming at the bottom of my puffy gaping lips. and that fat bastard santa took my ego waffles out of my toaster and decided to serve them up for himself, I mean comon I'm a adult living on my own like it's on my to do list to set out ego waffles for a prediabetic fat man, but I digress this wasnt even the worst of santa's crimes. You see he decided to whip out some mango syrup out of his magic sac(who in their right mind would want to try mango syrup)and only took 2 bites before putting it back and deciding he no longer wanted it. well thanks a lot fat man, I don't have any more ego waffles because you decided to go picky on the ones I set aside for myself, no I'm most definitly going to starve until pay day because I refuse to eat the frozen spinage I bought for when my mom came to visit so she would assume I was eating healthily.(this is complete bull shit by the way, and its only ok to make fat jokes if your fat too)