I can't decide whether this is out of character or not.
Stole this from jidimus:
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Josh's Christmas party. It was James who spiked the punch with too much beer. I can't help it if I drank 14 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.
I thought it was funny when I put Annie's codpiece on my head and danced the pavane on the ottoman while singing `"Magic Bus"'. I didn't mean to break Josh's laptop and don't know why Josh would sue me for larceny.
I don't remember calling Keith's wife a gooey sheep---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and yellow lipstick!
And when I threw up on Beth's husband's nose, it was only because I ate too much of that blancmange.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my bus through my neighbor's roof. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a purple cow and have me arrested for drug trafficking!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all drunk and happy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this bitchy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and half-assedly yours,
Lea (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 15 bucks!
Jid and I got a few rather interesting parallel answers, apparently... ;)
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Josh's Christmas party. It was James who spiked the punch with too much beer. I can't help it if I drank 14 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.
I thought it was funny when I put Annie's codpiece on my head and danced the pavane on the ottoman while singing `"Magic Bus"'. I didn't mean to break Josh's laptop and don't know why Josh would sue me for larceny.
I don't remember calling Keith's wife a gooey sheep---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and yellow lipstick!
And when I threw up on Beth's husband's nose, it was only because I ate too much of that blancmange.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my bus through my neighbor's roof. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a purple cow and have me arrested for drug trafficking!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all drunk and happy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this bitchy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and half-assedly yours,
Lea (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 15 bucks!
Jid and I got a few rather interesting parallel answers, apparently... ;)