Dear Santa!
http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htmSanta Claus
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Batista's Office party. It was Randy Orton who spiked the punch with too much Diet Coke. I can't help it if I drank 5 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like chocolate.
I thought it was funny when I put Edge's underpants on my head and danced the funky chicken on the bed while singing `Sexy Boy'. I didn't mean to break Batista's computer and don't know why Batista would accuse me of murder.
I don't remember calling Vince McMahon's wife a big monkey---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and black lipstick!
And when I threw up on Stephanie McMahon's husband's bum, it was only because I ate too much of that Pringles.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my push bike through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a hairy dragon and have me arrested for arson!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all rare and sexy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this illegal stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and saucily yours,
Katy (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 5 bucks!
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Batista's Office party. It was Randy Orton who spiked the punch with too much Diet Coke. I can't help it if I drank 5 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like chocolate.
I thought it was funny when I put Edge's underpants on my head and danced the funky chicken on the bed while singing `Sexy Boy'. I didn't mean to break Batista's computer and don't know why Batista would accuse me of murder.
I don't remember calling Vince McMahon's wife a big monkey---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and black lipstick!
And when I threw up on Stephanie McMahon's husband's bum, it was only because I ate too much of that Pringles.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my push bike through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a hairy dragon and have me arrested for arson!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all rare and sexy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this illegal stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and saucily yours,
Katy (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 5 bucks!