It really wasn't my fault what happened at Jenna's Christmas party. It was Liz who spiked the punch with too much Rum. I can't help it if I drank 1 Trillion glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.
I thought it was funny when I put David's hot pants on my head and danced the tanga on the futon while singing `the bad touch'. I didn't mean to break Jenna's vibrator and don't know why she would sue me for indecent exposure.
I don't remember calling Mark's wife a fluffy sheep---even though she looked like one with red plaid eye shadow and black lipstick!
And when I threw up on Julie's husband's little toe, it was only because I ate too much of that chocolate frosting.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my vw beetle through my neighbor's shrubbery. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a bushy kitty and have me arrested for hooking!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all bouncy and smally. And I'm really not to blame for any of this pretty stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and quickly yours, Rose (Really a nice Girl!)
I have been a good Girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Jenna's Christmas party. It was Liz who spiked the punch with too much Rum. I can't help it if I drank 1 Trillion glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.
I thought it was funny when I put David's hot pants on my head and danced the tanga on the futon while singing `the bad touch'. I didn't mean to break Jenna's vibrator and don't know why she would sue me for indecent exposure.
I don't remember calling Mark's wife a fluffy sheep---even though she looked like one with red plaid eye shadow and black lipstick!
And when I threw up on Julie's husband's little toe, it was only because I ate too much of that chocolate frosting.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my vw beetle through my neighbor's shrubbery. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a bushy kitty and have me arrested for hooking!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all bouncy and smally. And I'm really not to blame for any of this pretty stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and quickly yours,
Rose (Really a nice Girl!)
P.S. It's only 13,000 bucks!
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