Dear Santa,
Dear Santa,
I have been a good Girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Sarah's Christmas party. It was Nicole who spiked the punch with too much Vodka. I can't help it if I drank 23 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like cinnamon.
I thought it was funny when I put Shannon's Bra on my head and danced the funky chicken on the couch while singing `Dirty'. I didn't mean to break Sarah's CD Player and don't know why Sarah would sue me for Theft.
I don't remember calling Ryan's wife a crazy pig---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and green lipstick!
And when I threw up on Pam's husband's Leg, it was only because I ate too much of that pasta.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my honda civic through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a nutty kitten and have me arrested for arson!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all small and sweet. And I'm really not to blame for any of this new stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and sweetly yours,
Trisha (Really a nice Girl!)
P.S. It's only 9 bucks!
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I have been a good Girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Sarah's Christmas party. It was Nicole who spiked the punch with too much Vodka. I can't help it if I drank 23 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like cinnamon.
I thought it was funny when I put Shannon's Bra on my head and danced the funky chicken on the couch while singing `Dirty'. I didn't mean to break Sarah's CD Player and don't know why Sarah would sue me for Theft.
I don't remember calling Ryan's wife a crazy pig---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and green lipstick!
And when I threw up on Pam's husband's Leg, it was only because I ate too much of that pasta.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my honda civic through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a nutty kitten and have me arrested for arson!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all small and sweet. And I'm really not to blame for any of this new stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and sweetly yours,
Trisha (Really a nice Girl!)
P.S. It's only 9 bucks!
Write your own letter to Santa:
http://www.wtv-zone.com/LadyBoheme/dearsanta.html