Keith Olbermann's Ego sends you Seasons Greetings. The Ego likes using phrases like "Happy Holidays" and "Seasons Greetings" because it pisses off Bill "Say Merry Christmas or else you're a terrorist" O'Reilly and the other network of freaks over at Fox News.
I know you want to know where The Ego has been lately and the answer is none of your damn business. Just know that The Ego is a very very important man and has many important things to do, you know, like bidding on even more baseball memorabilia on Ebay. Where was I? Oh yeah, Happy Christmas, Merry Holidays, blah blah blah. Now what did you get me for Christmas because as you know, it's all about The Ego, as it should be. Now please excuse the Ego while he takes the rest of the year off, because it's an exhausting job being Keith Olbermann's Ego after all.
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Merry f'ing Christmas to you too Ego. Have you just given O'Donnell your show or what?
The Ego sure has taken a lot of time off before the holidays. I'm sure he's probably been helping Katy make Christmas candy.
http://twitter.com/iamkatytur
And in between sessions in the kitchen, the Ego has been working hard posting his musings on his baseball blog.
http://keitholbermann.mlblogs.com/
Please Marinara. Katy isn't in the kitchen making candy. She goes to Dylan's Candy bar and orders it up and then puts it in homemade containers so it looks like she actually spent time in a real kitchen. She also posted that little tidbit on Twitter to make it appear she's some struggling, poor reporter and that the mean old' Ego won't give her any spending money. As if. Next time you read one of those twits of hers (pun intended): just keep in mind she posted that from The Ego's lavish dugs on the Upper East Side and the only reason she wanted to scrimp on gifts for her coworkers was so she could go and blow more $$$ partying with friends and on Marc Jacobs accessories.
Did someone leave a bag of dog doo in the Ego's stocking or what? Kinda lacking the Christmas spirit aren't you there Mr. Ego or should we just call you Mr. Grinch this year instead?
Dylan's Candy Bar? Marc Jacobs? I'm glad I don't live in New York City. I think I would hate it there.
Fortunately Marinara, only multi-millionaires (and their much younger girlfriends) can actually afford to live in Manhattan. Without me, little Miss Struggling Reporter would be forced to live in an outer borough and would never be on-camera "talent". She'd be lucky to be hired to answer the phone for a real tv station, forget about ever being allowed on air.
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