North Pole, Earth
I have been a good girl. It really wasn't my fault what happened at Jennie's Office party. It was Annie who spiked the punch with too much bailey's. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like cucumber melon.
I thought it was funny when I put Lenee's blouse on my head and danced the cha-cha on the bed while singing `I Like To Move It, Move It'. I didn't mean to break Jennie's dvd player and don't know why Jennie would accuse me of stalking.
I don't remember calling Darrin's wife a wasted sheep---even though she looked like one with green eye shadow and fuschia lipstick!
And when I threw up on Peachy's husband's lap, it was only because I ate too much of that paella valenciana.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my audi through my neighbor's living room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a evil dog and have me arrested for grand larceny!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all dizzy and wooly. And I'm really not to blame for any of this wild stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and congenially yours,
Me-An (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 8 bucks!