DearSanta
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Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Veronica's Christmas party. It was Natasha who spiked the punch with too much martini. I can't help it if I drank 88 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like warm vanilla sugar.
I thought it was funny when I put Kristen's bra on my head and danced the cupid shuffle on the recliner while singing `Last Name'. I didn't mean to break Veronica's ipod and don't know why Veronica would sue me for murder.
I don't remember calling John's wife a pretty cow---even though she looked like one with green eye shadow and blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on Brandy's husband's leg, it was only because I ate too much of that pasta.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Honda Civic through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a ugly pug and have me arrested for robbery!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all silly and psychotic. And I'm really not to blame for any of this angry stuff.
Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and quickly yours,
Heather (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 17 bucks!
Fill that out and then add your final product!
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Veronica's Christmas party. It was Natasha who spiked the punch with too much martini. I can't help it if I drank 88 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like warm vanilla sugar.
I thought it was funny when I put Kristen's bra on my head and danced the cupid shuffle on the recliner while singing `Last Name'. I didn't mean to break Veronica's ipod and don't know why Veronica would sue me for murder.
I don't remember calling John's wife a pretty cow---even though she looked like one with green eye shadow and blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on Brandy's husband's leg, it was only because I ate too much of that pasta.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Honda Civic through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a ugly pug and have me arrested for robbery!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all silly and psychotic. And I'm really not to blame for any of this angry stuff.
Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and quickly yours,
Heather (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 17 bucks!