Letter to Santa! (thanks KB!)
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Evi's Christmas party. It was Uzma who spiked the punch with too much Bloody Mary. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like aftershave.
I thought it was funny when I put Marco's sock on my head and danced the macarena on the coffee table while singing `99 Problems'. I didn't mean to break Evi's toaster and don't know why Evi would sue me for shoplifting.
I don't remember calling Cooper's wife a jiggly chicken---even though she looked like one with neon green eye shadow and silver lipstick!
And when I threw up on Rachael 's husband's leg, it was only because I ate too much of that feta cheese.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my ghetto-mobile through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a fugly donkey and have me arrested for vandalism!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all yummy and luscious. And I'm really not to blame for any of this hot stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and carefully yours,
Sabrina (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 3 bucks!
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I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Evi's Christmas party. It was Uzma who spiked the punch with too much Bloody Mary. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like aftershave.
I thought it was funny when I put Marco's sock on my head and danced the macarena on the coffee table while singing `99 Problems'. I didn't mean to break Evi's toaster and don't know why Evi would sue me for shoplifting.
I don't remember calling Cooper's wife a jiggly chicken---even though she looked like one with neon green eye shadow and silver lipstick!
And when I threw up on Rachael 's husband's leg, it was only because I ate too much of that feta cheese.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my ghetto-mobile through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a fugly donkey and have me arrested for vandalism!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all yummy and luscious. And I'm really not to blame for any of this hot stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and carefully yours,
Sabrina (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 3 bucks!
Write your very own letter! http://www.wtv-zone.com/LadyBoheme/dearsanta.html