I am in need of chocolate, therefore I am evil.

Well, well, long time no see. I just created a group on facebook and aren't we feeling special! Not as special as is humanly possible due to my dedication to Lent which, although I'm not religious, I thought I could use for my benefit. I have decided to cut out all junk food that could not be regarded as a main, so what did my well-meaning mother hand me today?
A creme egg.
The God of all snack food.
I am proud to say I resisted and it is comfortably sat on my desk, waiting for Easter to rear it's head and for it's destiny of 'goo' to be fulfilled. Does anyone actually understand the creme egg adverts? Watching suicidal eggs popping a cork on a champagne bottle they are stood on to end up splattered on the ceiling does not particularly make me crave one, it has to be said. I bet that advert was designed on the 'lets let the one that can't think pitch an idea, whilst smoking pot, so we are more likely to say yes, thus making him feel good about himself'. Yes, I doubt that day exists aswell.
Ooh, fourteen members withing an hour, how thrilling!
I really should get out more. That said, it IS nine o'clock..