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My Letter To Santa.

Dear Santa,

I have been a good Girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Jessica's Christmas party. It was Mike who spiked the punch with too much Sangria. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like rotten eggs.

I thought it was funny when I put Jessica's Belt on my head and danced the Lambada on the Couch while singing `"Oh Come All Ye Faithful"'. I didn't mean to break Jessica's remote control and don't know why Jessica would sue me for speeding.

I don't remember calling Perry's wife a huge pig---even though she looked like one with grey eye shadow and magenta lipstick!

And when I threw up on Lindsay's husband's belly button, it was only because I ate too much of that apple.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my 4-wheeler through my neighbor's chimney. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a grotesque aardvark and have me arrested for prostitution!

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

Sincerely and swiftly yours,
Amanda (Really a nice Girl!)

P.S. It's only 367 bucks!

Thanks to bleedingheart for the cute link!!!


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Dec. 12th, 2002 08:45 pm (UTC)
that is VERY cute lol
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