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Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Shannon's Office party. It was Jeff who spiked the punch with too much Coca-cola classic. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like jasmine.
I thought it was funny when I put Denise's jeans on my head and danced the Laffy Taffy on the bed while singing `Where Is The Love?'. I didn't mean to break Shannon's Personal DVD Player and don't know why Shannon would accuse me of murder.
I don't remember calling Frank's wife a empathetic cow---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on Jane'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 jeep through my neighbor's roof. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a thin cat and have me arrested for theft!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all intelligent and slender. And I'm really not to blame for any of this wealthy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and happily yours,
Bobbie (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 3 bucks!
Paste your letter for us to read! I will go back and do mine, ok?
http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm
Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Shannon's Office party. It was Jeff who spiked the punch with too much Coca-cola classic. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like jasmine.
I thought it was funny when I put Denise's jeans on my head and danced the Laffy Taffy on the bed while singing `Where Is The Love?'. I didn't mean to break Shannon's Personal DVD Player and don't know why Shannon would accuse me of murder.
I don't remember calling Frank's wife a empathetic cow---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on Jane'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 jeep through my neighbor's roof. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a thin cat and have me arrested for theft!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all intelligent and slender. And I'm really not to blame for any of this wealthy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and happily yours,
Bobbie (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 3 bucks!