Tyler Durden
Well-Known Member
Dear Santa,
I have been a good demigod.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at the OTz Christmas party. It was Covey who spiked the punch with too much rohypnol for Trance. I can't help it he drank 13 glasses. It was so good when the police arrived and arrested her for smelling like a Canadian.
I thought it was funny when I put Mystic's Bra on my head and danced with all the intesity of Michael Flately while singing "Sandy" from Grease'. I didn't mean to break dance all around the room. I mean, come on, who does. What with my back?
I don't remember calling any of your wives, ever. That's my defence and I'm sticking to it. And when I threw up on Wookie's bed, it was because I was marking my territory. Clearly.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little horny. So I fell into a midget on my way home and drove her to heaven and back, oh and then through my neighbor's conservatory. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a "How Very Dare You"and have me arrested for cottaging!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all Wanton and Gay (happy). And I'm really not to blame for any of this Credit Crunch stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and Glisteningly yours,
TD (Better looking than one of McFly)
P.S. It's only 69 bucks!
I have been a good demigod.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at the OTz Christmas party. It was Covey who spiked the punch with too much rohypnol for Trance. I can't help it he drank 13 glasses. It was so good when the police arrived and arrested her for smelling like a Canadian.
I thought it was funny when I put Mystic's Bra on my head and danced with all the intesity of Michael Flately while singing "Sandy" from Grease'. I didn't mean to break dance all around the room. I mean, come on, who does. What with my back?
I don't remember calling any of your wives, ever. That's my defence and I'm sticking to it. And when I threw up on Wookie's bed, it was because I was marking my territory. Clearly.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little horny. So I fell into a midget on my way home and drove her to heaven and back, oh and then through my neighbor's conservatory. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a "How Very Dare You"and have me arrested for cottaging!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all Wanton and Gay (happy). And I'm really not to blame for any of this Credit Crunch stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and Glisteningly yours,
TD (Better looking than one of McFly)
P.S. It's only 69 bucks!
