Twas the night before XMAS, and my mom got so mad, she tried to explain with no luck at hand. She wanted me to be in Bensalem at a certain time, and not take Christ out of Christmas which was all her design.
I rushed around, all day and night, buying last minute and finishing up some Ninja design. By the time I was done, it was my stomach that spoke the loudest, hunger took over and it became the problem to solve.
A feast for the obese induced a food coma, so when it came down to resting I took my time. Awoken around 11p by the Star Wars Marathon on Spike, after I'd slept through all 3 several times the house smelled like farts which reminded me to get back home for Xmas, because I'll put Christ wherever I please. ( I SUCK)
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