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I did my own from Kb's entry...lol
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Christie's Christmas party. It was Holly who spiked the punch with too much parrot bay rum. I can't help it if I drank 35 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like strawberry.
I thought it was funny when I put Kim's skirt on my head and danced the macaraina on the bed while singing `Simple Man'. I didn't mean to break Christie's TV and don't know why Christie would sue me for robery.
I don't remember calling Jason's wife a ugly pig---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and purple lipstick!
And when I threw up on Amy's husband's leg, it was only because I ate too much of that fettucini.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my mercedes through my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a dumb horse and have me arrested for murder!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all dirty and gross. And I'm really not to blame for any of this insanely homosexual stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and so yours,
Kristina (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 90 bucks!
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Christie's Christmas party. It was Holly who spiked the punch with too much parrot bay rum. I can't help it if I drank 35 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like strawberry.
I thought it was funny when I put Kim's skirt on my head and danced the macaraina on the bed while singing `Simple Man'. I didn't mean to break Christie's TV and don't know why Christie would sue me for robery.
I don't remember calling Jason's wife a ugly pig---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and purple lipstick!
And when I threw up on Amy's husband's leg, it was only because I ate too much of that fettucini.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my mercedes through my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a dumb horse and have me arrested for murder!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all dirty and gross. And I'm really not to blame for any of this insanely homosexual stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and so yours,
Kristina (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 90 bucks!