It really wasn't my fault what happened at SHANNON's Office party. It was JACOB who spiked the punch with too much MOONSHINE. I can't help it if I drank 20 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like FARTS.
I thought it was funny when I put GREG's UNDERWEAR on my head and danced the RIVER DANCING on the KITCHEN TABLE while singing `MY HUMPS'. I didn't mean to break SHANNON's TV and don't know why SHANNON would accuse me of STEALING.
I don't remember calling MATT's wife a CRAPPY COW---even though she looked like one with BLACK eye shadow and RED lipstick!
And when I threw up on LACY's husband's HEAD, it was only because I ate too much of that FRIED RICE.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my BMW through my neighbor's BATHROOM. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a CUTE PIG and have me arrested for PROSTITUTION!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all NICE and BEAUTIFUL. And I'm really not to blame for any of this WICKED stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and USUALLY yours, KIM (Really a nice GIRL!)
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Cindi's Office party. It was Emily who spiked the punch with too much Marguarita. I can't help it if I drank 4 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like skunk.
I thought it was funny when I put Krista's Bra on my head and danced the Tango on the Couch while singing `"I'm too sexy for my shirt"'. I didn't mean to break Cindi's Cd Player and don't know why Cindi would accuse me of jaywalking.
I don't remember calling John's wife a punky sheep---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and orange lipstick!
And when I threw up on Emily's husband's toe, 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 Limo through my neighbor's back porch. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a sexy White Tiger and have me arrested for speeding!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all short and skinny. And I'm really not to blame for any of this blonde stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and expeditiously yours, Cynthia (Really a nice girl!)
It really wasn't my fault what happened at quinn's Office party. It was nancy who spiked the punch with too much coca-cola. I can't help it if I drank 5 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like georgio.
I thought it was funny when I put wendy's shirt on my head and danced the hula on the bed while singing `hey jude'. I didn't mean to break quinn's boombox and don't know why quinn would accuse me of robbery.
I don't remember calling greg's wife a simple cow---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on patty's husband's boobs, it was only because I ate too much of that pizza.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my lexus through my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a falling dog and have me arrested for forgery!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all bawling and falling. And I'm really not to blame for any of this sinking stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and peeling yours, debbie (Really a nice girl!)