Letter to Santa

Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth

Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Lisa's Office party. It was
Cam who spiked the punch with too much Budweiser Select. I can't help
it if I drank 45 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just
like skunk.

I thought it was funny when I put Lisa's pants on my head and danced
the polka on the chair while singing `Mary Had a Little Lamb'. I
didn't mean to break Lisa's vibrator and don't know why Lisa would
accuse me of murder.

I don't remember calling Jason's wife a smelly piglet---even though
she looked like one with lilac eye shadow and peuce lipstick!

And when I threw up on Joyce's husband's nostril, it was only because
I ate too much of that biscuits and gravy.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on
my way home and drove my chevy nova through my neighbor's attic. I
don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a whiskery
kangaroo and have me arrested for rape!

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

Sincerely and unfortunately yours,
Sarah (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 897 bucks!

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