I've been a good girl, honestly......
A quick "Letter to Santa" madlib:
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Jem's Christmas party. It was Jo who spiked the punch with too much Vodka Mudshake. I can't help it if I drank 26,0000 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like fish.
I thought it was funny when I put Jem's pair of purple glittery knickers on my head and danced the Macarena on the medicine cabinet while singing 'U Can't Touch This'. I didn't mean to break Jem's Game Boy and don't know why Jem would sue me for robbing a knicker store.
I don't remember calling BobbityBobbyBob's wife a grotesque cow---even though she looked like one with neon pink eye shadow and violet lipstick!
And when I threw up on GertyLePoo's husband's nose, it was only because I ate too much of that mouldy crumpet.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my monster truck through my neighbor's lovely new double-glazing windows. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a shaggable moth and have me arrested for nibbling a small child's ice cream without permission!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all huggable and sniffable. And I'm really not to blame for any of this lovable stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and beautifully yours,
Amy (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 560 bucks!
Go here to write your own letter. X-D
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Jem's Christmas party. It was Jo who spiked the punch with too much Vodka Mudshake. I can't help it if I drank 26,0000 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like fish.
I thought it was funny when I put Jem's pair of purple glittery knickers on my head and danced the Macarena on the medicine cabinet while singing 'U Can't Touch This'. I didn't mean to break Jem's Game Boy and don't know why Jem would sue me for robbing a knicker store.
I don't remember calling BobbityBobbyBob's wife a grotesque cow---even though she looked like one with neon pink eye shadow and violet lipstick!
And when I threw up on GertyLePoo's husband's nose, it was only because I ate too much of that mouldy crumpet.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my monster truck through my neighbor's lovely new double-glazing windows. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a shaggable moth and have me arrested for nibbling a small child's ice cream without permission!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all huggable and sniffable. And I'm really not to blame for any of this lovable stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and beautifully yours,
Amy (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 560 bucks!
Go here to write your own letter. X-D