Letter to Santa
Tuesday, Dec. 10, 2002
11:36 a.m.
Thanks, Aurenna, for this:
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Greg's Christmas party. It was Stacy who spiked the punch with too much midori. I can't help it if I drank 11 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like clean hair.
I thought it was funny when I put Greg's pajama pants on my head and danced the booty call on the bed while singing `Rhiannon'. I didn't mean to break Greg's vibrator and don't know why Greg would sue me for possession of CDS.
I don't remember calling Marty's wife a horny cow---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on Lorie's husband's left breast, it was only because I ate too much of that caramel corn.
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 basement. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a drunk cat and have me arrested for blackmail!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all loopy and soft. And I'm really not to blame for any of this fuzzy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and unknowingly yours,
Misty (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 69 bucks!
Yep, YOU try doing the booty call to Rhiannon! Just try it!!!
Miss One?
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