Way too many entertaining holiday stuff out there...here's my letter to Santa. I included the link at the end.
Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Kari's Office party. It was Anders who spiked the punch with too much very dirty martini. I can't help it if I drank 38 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like spooge.
I thought it was funny when I put Eric's scarf on my head and danced the foxtrot on the credenza while singing `Gold Digger'. I didn't mean to break Kari's laptop and don't know why Kari would accuse me of indecent exposure.
I don't remember calling Brad's wife a pudgy llama---even though she looked like one with orange eye shadow and puce lipstick!
And when I threw up on Amy's husband's neck, it was only because I ate too much of that chicken and dumplins.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my little red wagon through my neighbor's sun porch. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a gassy possum and have me arrested for public urination!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all smelly and horny. And I'm really not to blame for any of this brilliant stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and surreptitiously yours,
Jessica (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 2 bucks!
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