Thursday, December 15, 2005
Dear Santa...
I saw this on another blogger's site and just couldn't resist doing it myself. You can write your own by clicking here. Here's my letter...hilarious!!!
Santa Clause
Sincerely and carefully yours,
Tara (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 115 bucks!
Santa Clause
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl. It really wasn't my fault what happened at Kacey's Office party. It was Marci who spiked the punch with too much martini. I can't help it if I drank 10 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like skunk spray. I thought it was funny when I put Tandy's shirt on my head and danced the Macarena on the couch while singing `Holly Jolly Christmas'. I didn't mean to break Kacey's radio and don't know why Kacey would accuse me of public urination. I don't remember calling Roy's wife a slimy cow---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and red lipstick! And when I threw up on Krista's husband's thumb, it was only because I ate too much of that spaghetti. After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Element through my neighbor's roof. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a stinky mouse and have me arrested for public intoxication! So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all happy and sweet. And I'm really not to blame for any of this mean stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
I have been a good girl. It really wasn't my fault what happened at Kacey's Office party. It was Marci who spiked the punch with too much martini. I can't help it if I drank 10 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like skunk spray. I thought it was funny when I put Tandy's shirt on my head and danced the Macarena on the couch while singing `Holly Jolly Christmas'. I didn't mean to break Kacey's radio and don't know why Kacey would accuse me of public urination. I don't remember calling Roy's wife a slimy cow---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and red lipstick! And when I threw up on Krista's husband's thumb, it was only because I ate too much of that spaghetti. After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Element through my neighbor's roof. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a stinky mouse and have me arrested for public intoxication! So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all happy and sweet. And I'm really not to blame for any of this mean stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and carefully yours,
Tara (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 115 bucks!
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I don't mind you taking it. Especially because Lindsay is the one to tell me about it :)
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