My Letter to Santa
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
You have to try this... It is a scream.
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Here is my letter to Santa:
Santa ClausNorth Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Robin's Office party. It was Nicole who spiked the punch with too much margarita. I can't help it if I drank 24 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like rubber.
I thought it was funny when I put JoAnne's underpants on my head and danced the charleston on the coffee table while singing `I could have danced all night'. I didn't mean to break Robin's vibrator and don't know why Robin would accuse me of murder.
I don't remember calling Blake's wife a Sweet sheep---even though she looked like one with orange eye shadow and purple lipstick!
And then I threw up on Jill's husband's but, it was only because I ate too much of that pizza.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Magnum through my neighbor's living room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a funny horse and have me arrested for indecent exposure!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all cranky and smelly. And I'm really not to blame for any of this funny stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and shyly yours,Tammy (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 8 bucks!
Frogie's Website
http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm
Here is my letter to Santa:
Santa ClausNorth Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Robin's Office party. It was Nicole who spiked the punch with too much margarita. I can't help it if I drank 24 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like rubber.
I thought it was funny when I put JoAnne's underpants on my head and danced the charleston on the coffee table while singing `I could have danced all night'. I didn't mean to break Robin's vibrator and don't know why Robin would accuse me of murder.
I don't remember calling Blake's wife a Sweet sheep---even though she looked like one with orange eye shadow and purple lipstick!
And then I threw up on Jill's husband's but, it was only because I ate too much of that pizza.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Magnum through my neighbor's living room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a funny horse and have me arrested for indecent exposure!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all cranky and smelly. And I'm really not to blame for any of this funny stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and shyly yours,Tammy (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 8 bucks!
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