Letter to Santa
Sunday, Nov. 14, 2004
2:17 p.m.
In the spirit of the holiday season, and because I really like Mad Libs:
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Nikki's Christmas party. It was Melody who spiked the punch with too much apple juice. I can't help it if I drank 37 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like bubblegum.
I thought it was funny when I put Susan's bra on my head and danced the waltz on the easy chair while singing `"Break Stuff"'. I didn't mean to break Nikki's printer/scanner and don't know why Nikki would sue me for prostitution.
I don't remember calling Steve's wife a horny piglet---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and pink lipstick!
And when I threw up on Stacy's husband's butt, it was only because I ate too much of that cheesecake.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my tractor trailer through my neighbor's secret sex room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a electronic gila monster and have me arrested for sabotage!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all festive and pagan. And I'm really not to blame for any of this sexy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and faithfully yours,
Misty (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 69 bucks!
Create your own letter to Santa! (And post them in your diaries! I want to read them!!!)
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