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Grown-up Letter to Santa

I did this thing I got on email and this is how it turned
out (you fill in the blanks): Soooo funny:
Dear Santa,

I have been a good Girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at
Kim's Christmas party. It was Scott who
spiked the punch with too much strawberry
daquri. I can't help it if I drank 73 glasses.
It was so good---smelled and tasted just
like Obsession.

I thought it was funny when I put Trevor's
top on my head and danced the Bye Bye
Bye on the couch while singing
`Everything'. I didn't mean to break Kim's
washing machine and don't know why Kim
would sue me for grandtheft auto.

I don't remember calling Rob's wife a hot
duck---even though she looked like one
with maroon eye shadow and blue lipstick!

And when I threw up on Amanda's
husband's nipple, 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 Durango through my neighbor's
bathroom. I don't think that was any reason
for my neighbor to call me a wet dog and
have me arrested for jay-walking!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on
Christmas Eve, all tired and hungry. And
I'm really not to blame for any of this pretty
stuff. Please bring me what I want the
most---bail money!

Sincerely and fairly yours,
Sher (Really a nice Girl!)

P.S. It's only 6 bucks!

Current mood: bemused
Current music: "Where do I go From Here?" NKOTB