sniped from Sugar_Puss & dedicated to Stone_Edge
Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at dirt's Office party. It was diekia who spiked the punch with too much whiskey. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like gardenias.
I thought it was funny when I put Jayli's negligee on my head and danced the polka on the armchair while singing `Que Sera, Sera'. I didn't mean to break dirt's vibrator and don't know why dirt would accuse me of necrophylia.
I don't remember calling Findyouranswers's wife a fuzzy lamb---even though she looked like one with green eye shadow and purple lipstick!
And when I threw up on Pinky Pinkerton's husband's elbow, it was only because I ate too much of that spaghetti.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my bicycle through my neighbor's window. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a elaborate elfin and have me arrested for simony!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all soft and luxurious. And I'm really not to blame for any of this blown stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and quickly yours,
thaliestra (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 24569 bucks!
write your own at:
http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at dirt's Office party. It was diekia who spiked the punch with too much whiskey. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like gardenias.
I thought it was funny when I put Jayli's negligee on my head and danced the polka on the armchair while singing `Que Sera, Sera'. I didn't mean to break dirt's vibrator and don't know why dirt would accuse me of necrophylia.
I don't remember calling Findyouranswers's wife a fuzzy lamb---even though she looked like one with green eye shadow and purple lipstick!
And when I threw up on Pinky Pinkerton's husband's elbow, it was only because I ate too much of that spaghetti.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my bicycle through my neighbor's window. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a elaborate elfin and have me arrested for simony!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all soft and luxurious. And I'm really not to blame for any of this blown stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and quickly yours,
thaliestra (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 24569 bucks!
write your own at:
http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm