Christmas letter!
Check this out:
http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm
Then read the letter it produced me!
Dear Santa,
I have been a good Boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Cameron's Office party. It was Erica who spiked the punch with too much Jagermeister. I can't help it if I drank 19 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Rubber bands.
I thought it was funny when I put Fro's Opal necklace on my head and danced the Tango on the Beanbag while singing `White Christmas'. I didn't mean to break Cameron's Vibrator and don't know why Cameron would accuse me of Sodomy.
I don't remember calling Eric's wife a malodorous goose---even though she looked like one with periwinkle eye shadow and brown lipstick!
And when I threw up on Carissa's husband's anus, it was only because I ate too much of that Smores.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Amish buggy through my neighbor's gutter. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a lucid penguin and have me arrested for bestiality!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all steaming and hot. And I'm really not to blame for any of this lucid stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and gruesomely yours,
Lee (Really a nice Boy!)
P.S. It's only 4 bucks!
http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm
Then read the letter it produced me!
Dear Santa,
I have been a good Boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Cameron's Office party. It was Erica who spiked the punch with too much Jagermeister. I can't help it if I drank 19 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Rubber bands.
I thought it was funny when I put Fro's Opal necklace on my head and danced the Tango on the Beanbag while singing `White Christmas'. I didn't mean to break Cameron's Vibrator and don't know why Cameron would accuse me of Sodomy.
I don't remember calling Eric's wife a malodorous goose---even though she looked like one with periwinkle eye shadow and brown lipstick!
And when I threw up on Carissa's husband's anus, it was only because I ate too much of that Smores.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Amish buggy through my neighbor's gutter. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a lucid penguin and have me arrested for bestiality!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all steaming and hot. And I'm really not to blame for any of this lucid stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and gruesomely yours,
Lee (Really a nice Boy!)
P.S. It's only 4 bucks!