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| Tribuni Angusticlavii | Post; Write A Letter To SantaDear 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.
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| Can you hear me now? | Dear Santa, I have been a good Boy. It really wasn't my fault what happened at Denis's Christmas party. It was Alberto who spiked the punch with too much Wild Turkey. I can't help it if I drank 27 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Musky. I thought it was funny when I put Katy's underpant on my head and danced the Barynya on the Couch while singing `Du Hast'. I didn't mean to break Denis's ipod and don't know why Denis would sue me for murder. I don't remember calling Brandon's wife a crazy cow---even though she looked like one with black eye shadow and blue lipstick! And when I threw up on Lucy's husband's arm, it was only because I ate too much of that taco. After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my humvee through my neighbor's wall. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a soft snake and have me arrested for shoplifter! So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all crazy and calm. And I'm really not to blame for any of this soft stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money! Sincerely and respectly yours, Fox (Really a nice Boy!) P.S. It's only 88 bucks!
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| Milforum's Postmaster | Dear Santa, I have been a good boy. It really wasn't my fault what happened at FOX's Christmas party. It was PIXIEDUSTBOO who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank 9 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like crap. I thought it was funny when I put REDLEG's underware on my head and danced the funky on the table while singing `Tiny Dancers'. I didn't mean to break FOX's iPod and don't know why FOX would sue me for sodomy. I don't remember calling 5.56's wife a big goat---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and red lipstick! And when I threw up on PEDDLER's husband's leg, it was only because I ate too much of that banana. 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 attic. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a hot sheep and have me arrested for shoplifting! So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all fat and dumb. And I'm really not to blame for any of this happy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money! Sincerely and well yours, TEAM INFIDEL (Really a nice boy!) P.S. It's only 5 bucks! |
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| Milforum Cowgirl | Post; Dear SantaDear Santa, I have been a good Girl. It really wasn't my fault what happened at Mari's Christmas party. It was Mandy who spiked the punch with too much Whiskey. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Vanilla. I thought it was funny when I put George's Boxers on my head and danced the tush push on the table while singing `"whos bed has your boots been under"'. I didn't mean to break Mari's iphone and don't know why Mari would sue me for Vandilism. I don't remember calling Jessie's wife a stupid pig---even though she looked like one with teal eye shadow and red lipstick! And when I threw up on Crystal's husband's foot, it was only because I ate too much of that crawfish. 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 Kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a crazy horse and have me arrested for drunk in public! So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all innocent and hopeful. And I'm really not to blame for any of this weird stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money! Sincerely and respectfully yours, Jennifer (Really a nice Girl!) P.S. It's only 200 bucks!
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| Centurion | Dear Santa, I have been a good girl. It really wasn't my fault what happened at TeeTee's Christmas party. It was Tim who spiked the punch with too much Vodka. I can't help it if I drank 88 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Berries. I thought it was funny when I put TeeTee's blouse on my head and danced the moon walk on the desk while singing `I will survive'. I didn't mean to break TeeTee's cellphone and don't know why TeeTee would sue me for indecent exposure. I don't remember calling Sam's wife a stubborn dog---even though she looked like one with yellow eye shadow and green lipstick! And when I threw up on Patsy's husband's lap, it was only because I ate too much of that spagettie. After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Humvee through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a dumb cat and have me arrested for peeping tom! So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all wired and crazy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this outrageous stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money! Sincerely and elegantly yours, Kristina (Really a nice girl!) P.S. It's only 69 bucks! |
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