I have been a good girl. It really wasn't my fault what happened at Cecile's Christmas party. It was Brooke who spiked the punch with too much strawberry margarita. I can't help it if I drank 20 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like old spice.
I thought it was funny when I put LaToya's panties on my head and danced the the macarena on the coffee table while singing `Under the Boardwalk'. I didn't mean to break Cecile's DVD Player and don't know why Cecile would sue me for prostitution. I don't remember calling Ryan's wife a ingenious goat---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and magenta lipstick! And when I threw up on Shanna's husband's ankle, it was only because I ate too much of that collard greens. After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my tractor through my neighbor's roof. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a asinine donkey and have me arrested for indecent exposure!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all frivolous and spectacular. And I'm really not to blame for any of this insane stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and freely yours, Bethany (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 22 bucks!
(Is it just me or is the picture of me dancing w/ panties on my head a bit disturbing?!? ;)
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl. It really wasn't my fault what happened at Cecile's Christmas party. It was Brooke who spiked the punch with too much strawberry margarita. I can't help it if I drank 20 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like old spice.
I thought it was funny when I put LaToya's panties on my head and danced the the macarena on the coffee table while singing `Under the Boardwalk'. I didn't mean to break Cecile's DVD Player and don't know why Cecile would sue me for prostitution. I don't remember calling Ryan's wife a ingenious goat---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and magenta lipstick! And when I threw up on Shanna's husband's ankle, it was only because I ate too much of that collard greens. After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my tractor through my neighbor's roof. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a asinine donkey and have me arrested for indecent exposure!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all frivolous and spectacular. And I'm really not to blame for any of this insane stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and freely yours, Bethany (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 22 bucks!
(Is it just me or is the picture of me dancing w/ panties on my head a bit disturbing?!? ;)
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