*cackle*
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Andrea's Christmas party. It was Shawn who spiked the punch with too much smirnoff triple black. I can't help it if I drank 6 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.
I thought it was funny when I put RC's bra on my head and danced the tango on the sofa while singing `fourty six and two'. I didn't mean to break Andrea's vibrator and don't know why Andrea would sue me for assult.
I don't remember calling Shaun's wife a frivolus cow---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and gold lipstick!
And when I threw up on anne marie's husband's boob, it was only because I ate too much of that bananna.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my motercycle through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a brilliant panther and have me arrested for petty theft!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all holy and golden. And I'm really not to blame for any of this varied stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and running yours,
Shannan (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 12 bucks!
(stolen from Andrea! got it here!)
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Andrea's Christmas party. It was Shawn who spiked the punch with too much smirnoff triple black. I can't help it if I drank 6 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.
I thought it was funny when I put RC's bra on my head and danced the tango on the sofa while singing `fourty six and two'. I didn't mean to break Andrea's vibrator and don't know why Andrea would sue me for assult.
I don't remember calling Shaun's wife a frivolus cow---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and gold lipstick!
And when I threw up on anne marie's husband's boob, it was only because I ate too much of that bananna.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my motercycle through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a brilliant panther and have me arrested for petty theft!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all holy and golden. And I'm really not to blame for any of this varied stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and running yours,
Shannan (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 12 bucks!
(stolen from Andrea! got it here!)