Baby, It's Cold Outside...
So yeah, I did one of those random things that I saw in Eric's away message, and here's how my letter to Santa went... it's actually pretty funny.
Dear Santa,
I have been a good boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Eric's Office party. It was Sandra who spiked the punch with too much Coke & Rum. I can't help it if I drank 38 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Jean Paul Gautier.
I thought it was funny when I put Myron's Boxers on my head and danced the Cha Cha on the Desk while singing `Shut Up Bitch'. I didn't mean to break Eric's Computer and don't know why Eric would accuse me of Indecent Exposure.
I don't remember calling Tristan's wife a Sexy Cow---even though she looked like one with Blue eye shadow and Red lipstick!
And when I threw up on Emily's husband's Cock, it was only because I ate too much of that Chicken.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Mercedes through my neighbor's Bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a Dirty Frog and have me arrested for Underage Drinking!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all Sleepy and Horny. And I'm really not to blame for any of this Ugly stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and unfortunately yours,
Shane (Really a nice boy!)
P.S. It's only 69 bucks!
Here's where you can make your letter to Santa:
http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm
I'm off to get my stuff together for the SG Christmas Banquet... I'll update with something substantial later. ADIOS!
Dear Santa,
I have been a good boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Eric's Office party. It was Sandra who spiked the punch with too much Coke & Rum. I can't help it if I drank 38 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Jean Paul Gautier.
I thought it was funny when I put Myron's Boxers on my head and danced the Cha Cha on the Desk while singing `Shut Up Bitch'. I didn't mean to break Eric's Computer and don't know why Eric would accuse me of Indecent Exposure.
I don't remember calling Tristan's wife a Sexy Cow---even though she looked like one with Blue eye shadow and Red lipstick!
And when I threw up on Emily's husband's Cock, it was only because I ate too much of that Chicken.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Mercedes through my neighbor's Bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a Dirty Frog and have me arrested for Underage Drinking!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all Sleepy and Horny. And I'm really not to blame for any of this Ugly stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and unfortunately yours,
Shane (Really a nice boy!)
P.S. It's only 69 bucks!
Here's where you can make your letter to Santa:
http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm
I'm off to get my stuff together for the SG Christmas Banquet... I'll update with something substantial later. ADIOS!