Dear Santa,
I have been a good Boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Cody's Christmas party. It was David who spiked the punch with too much Jim Beam. I can't help it if I drank 31 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Cologne.
I thought it was funny when I put Mike's Beanie on my head and danced the Tango on the Counter while singing `So much for the afterglow'. I didn't mean to break Cody's Stereo and don't know why Cody would sue me for Vandalism.
I don't remember calling John's wife a *** Goat---even though she looked like one with Green eye shadow and Orange lipstick!
And when I threw up on Ann's husband's foot, it was only because I ate too much of that Quesadilla.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Tank through my neighbor's window. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a blue dog and have me arrested for murder!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all yummy and greasy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this screwed up stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and screwily yours,
Rob (Really a nice Boy!)
P.S. It's only 6 bucks!
I have been a good Boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Cody's Christmas party. It was David who spiked the punch with too much Jim Beam. I can't help it if I drank 31 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Cologne.
I thought it was funny when I put Mike's Beanie on my head and danced the Tango on the Counter while singing `So much for the afterglow'. I didn't mean to break Cody's Stereo and don't know why Cody would sue me for Vandalism.
I don't remember calling John's wife a *** Goat---even though she looked like one with Green eye shadow and Orange lipstick!
And when I threw up on Ann's husband's foot, it was only because I ate too much of that Quesadilla.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Tank through my neighbor's window. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a blue dog and have me arrested for murder!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all yummy and greasy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this screwed up stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and screwily yours,
Rob (Really a nice Boy!)
P.S. It's only 6 bucks!



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