Post; Write A Letter To Santa

pixiedustboo · December 2nd, 2007

Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Stephanie's Christmas party. It was Shawna who spiked the punch with too much Pecos Peach. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Heavenly.
I thought it was funny when I put David's Jeans on my head and danced the Ballet on the Couch while singing `I Believe I Can Fly'. I didn't mean to break Stephanie's iPod and don't know why Stephanie would sue me for Murder.

I don't remember calling Bo's wife a Cheeky Chicken---even though she looked like one with Pink eye shadow and Orange lipstick!

And when I threw up on Emily's husband's Belly, it was only because I ate too much of that Mashed potatoes.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Truck through my neighbor's Bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a Quirky Lizard and have me arrested for Stealing!

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

Sincerely and Boldly yours,

Sarah (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 3 bucks!

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December 2nd, 2007
pixiedustboo Tribunus Laticlavius Gear	Post; Write A Letter To Santa Dear Santa, I have been a good girl. It really wasn't my fault what happened at Stephanie's Christmas party. It was Shawna who spiked the punch with too much Pecos Peach. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Heavenly. I thought it was funny when I put David's Jeans on my head and danced the Ballet on the Couch while singing `I Believe I Can Fly'. I didn't mean to break Stephanie's iPod and don't know why Stephanie would sue me for Murder. I don't remember calling Bo's wife a Cheeky Chicken---even though she looked like one with Pink eye shadow and Orange lipstick! And when I threw up on Emily's husband's Belly, it was only because I ate too much of that Mashed potatoes. After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Truck through my neighbor's Bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a Quirky Lizard and have me arrested for Stealing! So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all Hopeful and Tall. And I'm really not to blame for any of this Kinky stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money! Sincerely and Boldly yours, Sarah (Really a nice girl!) P.S. It's only 3 bucks! Write your own letter to Santa here. __________________ Is there more to life than being really, really, ridiculously good looking? Does Dark Have a Speed Too? http://www.myspace.com/doesdarkhaveaspeedtoo