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I GOT COMPUTER!
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Katie's Christmas party. It was Michael who spiked the punch with too much Rum. I can't help it if I drank 42 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.
I thought it was funny when I put Dave's thong on my head and danced the Time Warp on the Fouton while singing `Sweet Transvestite'. I didn't mean to break Katie's Computer and don't know why Katie would sue me for murder.
I don't remember calling Ethan's wife a Fat Monkey---even though she looked like one with magenta eye shadow and black lipstick!
And when I threw up on Pheobe's husband's finger, it was only because I ate too much of that Oreos.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Flying motorcycle through my neighbor's closet. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a furry hippo and have me arrested for murder!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all funky and groovy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this stupid stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and ugily yours,
Shea (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 42 bucks!
Write one!
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Katie's Christmas party. It was Michael who spiked the punch with too much Rum. I can't help it if I drank 42 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.
I thought it was funny when I put Dave's thong on my head and danced the Time Warp on the Fouton while singing `Sweet Transvestite'. I didn't mean to break Katie's Computer and don't know why Katie would sue me for murder.
I don't remember calling Ethan's wife a Fat Monkey---even though she looked like one with magenta eye shadow and black lipstick!
And when I threw up on Pheobe's husband's finger, it was only because I ate too much of that Oreos.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Flying motorcycle through my neighbor's closet. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a furry hippo and have me arrested for murder!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all funky and groovy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this stupid stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and ugily yours,
Shea (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 42 bucks!
Write one!