Letter To Santa
Mood:  mischievious
Dear Santa,

I have been a good Girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Justin's Christmas party. It was Tanya who spiked the punch with too much Gin. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like pine.

I thought it was funny when I put Anne's shirt on my head and danced the swing on the couch while singing `Silver Bells'. I didn't mean to break Justin's camera and don't know why Justin would sue me for shoplifting.

I don't remember calling Steve's wife a smart Cow---even though she looked like one with Green eye shadow and Black lipstick!

And when I threw up on Kirsten's husband's leg, it was only because I ate too much of that hamburger.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Scion through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a new dog and have me arrested for prostitution!

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

Sincerely and quickly yours,
Rebecca (Really a nice Girl!)

P.S. It's only 5 bucks!

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